#look at those epic eyebrows xD

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Handsome baby <3

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Clone Wars Season 2

SEASON 2 EPISODE 1 Holocron Heist

A lesson learned is a lesson earned

DADDY PLO!: Warthog, protect the gunships! I will take out the fighters!

Warthog couldn’t shake these two, so daddy!Plo immediately turned around and saved him

They spray-painted their ships…aw…

Rex: Come on, grunts! We are leaving! OMG REX XD

Madame: Good morning, Master Fisto

Fisto: gives shit-eating grin 🤣

Cad Bane: [ominous music playing]

Palpatine: your price is of no concern [to Cad Bane to get a jedi holocron]

Yoda feels a disturbance in the force

WHERE IS ALL OF THAT MONEY COME FROM, PALPATINE??? HUH???

Bane: can it, Todo, you are who you say you are

Todo: I am a techno service droid!

Ahsoka: Madame Librarian, are you all right? Music Man, anyone? 🤣

Obi-Wan: if this Cad Bane is still on Coruscant, I’ll find him [yes, go off bae!]

Episode 2: Cargo of Doom

Overconfidence is the most dangerous form of carelessness

Rex: mmm…good call [to Anakin’s plan to use walkers to get onto the ship]

Anakin whistles to R2 like a dog…so cute!

REX GO BONK! : dow…switch to night vision

“Magnetic generators, you were trained for this!” oh, to have seen that! Lol seriously, can we see more of our clones????

Rex: General Skywalker, are you ok????

Ahsoka called Bane “sleemo��� 🤣

Anakin: if by success, you mean I won, yes 🤣

Episode 3: Children of the Force

The first step to correcting a mistake is patience

Palpatine: among the Jedi, there are no innocents

Palpatine wants to know the Jedis status on Bane’s capture…cause he’s pissed his plans to get the children have been thwarted 🤣

3 Jedi going after Cad Bane’s mind…yikes 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

“Ah, Anakin, it’s good to see you…” looks to Ahsoka “excuse us, child…” 😒

Palpatine hologram hovering over child is CREEEEEEEEPY 😳😳

Obi-Wan: we’ll be fine Cody

Cody: yes sir, I’ll…keep the ship running DISAPPOINTED HUSBAND

Obi-Wan entering with it exploding: anytime, Cody! 😂

Anakin: where’s R2?

R2: opens door 😏

Episode 4: Senate Spy

A true heart should never be doubted

Anakin and Padme have time off together…awwww

Padme is an excellent cook 🤗

How dare she get upset with him when last season she just got on him cause she was working on this bill and ignored him…ugh 😒

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow when Clovis was mentioned that he had a history with Padme…HE KNOWS 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Anakin: are you still mad about last night? 🥺

Padme: mad? Why would I be mad? 😒

Anakin: good [ANAKIN YOU DUMBASS] 🤣🤣🤣

Anakin lost its argument…no surprise 😒

Why does the creepy lizard senator that hates Amidala have creepy sex droids??? 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

R2 offered Anakin a ration stick…aaaaaw…🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Episode 5: Landing at Point Rain

Believe in yourself or no one else will

Anakin and Ahsoka always compete to see whose squad kills how many droids 🤣

Obi-Wan: *sees Cody walk in with Rex* Good, Cody 😘

Cody wasn’t there for the first battle of Geonosis 🥺

Obi-Wan: oh, you didn’t miss much. I was chained up being attacked by monsters 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Cody: that sounds…entertaining 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Obi-Wan: it was…for the Geonosians 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

I love that they spray paint designs on their transports 🤗

Clone: good thing those bugs can’t aim

Ship: explodes

Spoke too soon, hon 😩

Clone: copy, that, Commander, have fun down there!

Cody: General Kenobi, don’t land! It’s hot down here!

Anakin: great, the one time I ask for Obi-Wan’s help…🤣

Boil and Waxer got their upgrade in their badass grey armor…nice! Checking for survivors

Why do we always get the FUN missions? 🤣

Cody: are you injured General?

Obi-Wan: nothing too serious

Woman moaning ominously in epic battle music ✊ one of my favorite movie tropes

Anakin: how many droids have you shot down so far?

Ahsoka: 25

Anakin: ah, you’re falling behind!🤣

Rex just walks into the shield of that droid from the back and shoots it like a boss GO OFF BAE 😘

Then Rex gets YEETED 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Rex: next time, just tell me to jump 😒

Anakin: now where the fun in that? 🤣

Rex: come on lads, lets go!

“Reinforcements! The Reinforcements have arrived!” a clone cheers

Obi-Wan sinks down in relief 😩

Woman moaning ominously in epic battle as Anakin runs with his troops and Ahsoka into battle

Again, I love that they spray painted grafitti on their carrier shuttles

Obi-Wan: I'll never understand how you turn these battles into a game 😒

Master Mundi: 65…what do I win? 👏👏👏👏👏

Episode 6: Weapons Factory

No gift is more precious than trust

Uh oh, here comes Luminara and Barris 😳

Anakin interrupting Ahsoka’s briefing…RUDE 😒

Bariss memorized all 200 junctions of the maze underground the factory? Damn, Luminara is rough 😳😳😳😳

Rex standing right up front next to Anakin, love it ❤️

Anakin: Rex, a little help here!

Rex: get up here trooper!

Trooper: uses a bazooka 👏

Episode 7: Legacy of Terror

Sometimes, accepting help is harder than offering it

Yay they finally won Geonosis!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ahsoka apologizes for leaving Rex 🥺

Rex: you two have done enough here, go get some rest 🥺 HE CARES SO MUCH

[ethereal growling] 😳

Cody: THAT is one ugly bug 😳

Zombie bugs…ew 😱

Ew…momma giving birth to baby bugs 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Anakin: I’ve got a bad feeling about this 😳

Obi-wan: because I make observations when you think with your lightsaber 😎

Yes, well, I took a lesson from Anakin and decided to not follow orders 😎

Anakin: hey

Obi-Wan: no, wait, I want to see how it works 😳🤣

Come now, the nose or the ear, which do you think it will enter 🤣

Luminara: I don’t!😱

Obi-Wan: what are you doing? I was going to study that! 🤣

Anakin: study the bottom of my boot! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Episode 8: Brain Invaders

Attachment is not compassion

Aw, clone snoring 😘

Clone shoots the air to wake them up lol 🤣🤣🤣

Scythe…ugh, standing up like THRILLER 😳😳😳

[moist slithering] eeeeeeeewwwwwww 😳😳😳😳😳😳

Their bodies contort, then possessed, it seems like they crack every bone in their body 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Ahsoka questioning keepers of the peace or warriors...JUST LIKE IN SEASON 7 BEFORE ALL HELL BREAKS LOSE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rex! Hey bae, finally without a helmet 😘 I know the animation is still meh, but still

Anakin: Ahsoak hasn’t checked in yet

Obi-Wan: like you?

Rex: gives smug look 😏

Ahsoka: I have a bad feeling about this, Master Fisto

“If it’s one thing we clones know, it’s how to stop a Jedi” 😳 [ORDER 66 LOOMING ON THE HORIZON]

Ah! Scary jumpscare horror movie with Baris just showing up behind Ahsoka 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Anakin: Mind tricks? slaps Poggle then force chokes him 😳

Kit Fisto always has a big smile on his face I love it! 😂

Bariss: kill me, please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Kit Fisto: gives shit-eating grin 😉

Episode 9: Grievous Intrigue

For everything you gain, you lose something else

Grievous jumps onto platform behind him like a spider monkey🤣

Grievous coughs [my favorite subtitle] 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Jedi: your reputation precedes you

Wolffe comes up to whisper to Daddy!Plo [HE HAS HIS SCAR😭] whispering something

Hi! Rex! Seated next to Anakin

Kenobi and Grievous going at each other 😱

Anakin: lands out of hyperspace in the middle of battle😱

Obi-Wan: calls Grievous Dooku’s errand boy😂😂😂😂

Grievous: I’m no errand boy 🤬

pulls out 4 lightsabers and does helicopter thing😱👏✊

intense opera choir and music 🙌

Obi-Wan: surrender, General

Grievous: never! spider crawls away🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Cody: punches Grievous🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

intense opera choir music👏

Grievous: until we meet again, Kenobi! this reads like a corny good v evil plot...wait a minute...I STILL LOVE IT THOUGH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤

Obi-Wan is pissed Grievous slipped away 🤬

Anakin: at lest we all live to fight another day😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Episode 10: The Deserter

It is the quest for honor that makes one honorable

Kenobi goes after Grievous to catch him before he escapes the planet, Taking Rex with him

Rex! Jesse Hardcase and Kix! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Cody: Rex is a smart man

Obi-Wan: indeed always thinking on his feet

Rex gets shot no!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Jesse: protect the captain! ✊

Kix: Jesse, you better get back here 🤬

Cody without a helmet!

My poor Rex got shot in the chest, through his pauldron in the middle😭

Jesse: that’ll be fine ma’am, thank-you SUCH MANNERS, JESSE

SHIRTLESS REX 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Rex’s back poor baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Kix: sir, as the team medic, when it comes to the health, I outrank everyone, including you 😎

Rex and the little girl have that weird stare 😂

Rex: Jesse, you’re in command

Jesse smiles 🤣

Rex, my poor bae, getting snogged by those calves lol🤣

Rex oh my goodness

Rex thinks a name is easier to distinguish them

Cut: I’ve seen how you’ve looked at my family 😳

Rex: what if I am choosing the life I want 🥺

Cut and Rex playing that gambling game

Cut ran after Geonosis when they were picking off his team one by one

Rex: you have wonderful children 🥺

Obi wan flips and does super hero landing sexy 🥵🥵🥵

Rex: I’ll take care of them…😎

Grievous: Jedi scum!🤣

Rex: I’m sorry, it’s my duty…but in my conidtion, I probably won’t remember any of it😉

Rex: my family is elsewhere

Episode 11: Lightsaber Lost

Easy isn’t always simple

Ahsoka: “Ok, Gramps, it would be nice to have company.” 🤣

Ahsoka: you little-🤣

Gramps: AHSOKA!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ahsoka is so agile ✊✊✊✊✊

I KNOW THE PLOT IS HAPPENING, BUT LISTEN TO THIS: “The Jedi are doing their best…the accusations that the Jedi started the war to gain more power is ridiculous. I assure you” Palpatine is urging the people to allow him to pass laws to help the Jedi, fighting like kriff to get them help

“Pass on what you have learned” Master Sinube ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Episode 12: The Mandalore Plot

If you ignore the past, you jeopardize the future

Obi-wan: Far be it from me to keep the duchess waiting 🤣

Beautiful throne room ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Prime Minister…ew 😒

Kenobi: oh, I’m aware of the Duchess’ views 😏

“Well, Master Kenobi, my shining Jedi knight" 😘

Obi-wan: :After all these years, you are more beautiful as ever”😘

This man said something in Mando’an then dropped off the ledge😳

Obi-Wan: I didn’t kill him

Satine: I know, that’s why I’m still talking to you 🤣

Vizla…ugh hmmmm…

Obi-Wan: I am here on a diplomatic mission, under the protection of the Duchess Satine pulls out lightsaber and fights 🤣

Satine: you know the Jedi, they never do anything by halves 😉

Obi-Wan: this is not good about to be squished

Well, it certainly took you long enough 🤬

Satine, turn the machine off!🤬

Satine: I’m trying!🤬

Obi-Wan: we’ll have to stand and fight, or in your case, just stand🤣

Vizla: failure shoots Mandalorian😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

AH! OBI-WAN DID THE THING WITH HIS SABER😱

Those Mandaloirans respect the 1v1 ✊

Obi-Wan: Satiiiiiine? she jumps into his arms and they spin out❤️

Rex! Hi bae!

And there’s Cody!

Episode 13: Voyage of Temptation

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past

Anakin knows there’s a history between Obi-Wan and Satine oooooooo *sips tea*😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

These sex droids and slaves around Ryloth senator and Satine is weeeeeeird 😳😳😳😳

Obi-Wan and Satine bickering 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Anakin: raises brow 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Careful over there, it’s dark”

“You’re very funny, Mixer”

Satine and Obi-wan fight

Anakin: raises brow with martini in hand🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Anakin: all right, men, what’s the problem? I’m missing dinner.

R2 whines

I know I know, I’m here now ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

That nasty droid walked Redeye like a dead puppet creeeeeeepy 😳

Go R2! You’re doing great sweety❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Satine: just because I’m a pacifist doesn’t mean I don’t defend myself🤣

Obi-Wan: now you sound like a Jedi

Cody and Rex dynamic duo ❤️

Droid attacks Rex

R2 saves him

Rex: thanks little guy ❤️

Anakin: where’s the mother?

Rex: hasn’t seen it gets attacked by mother kills mother like a boss 🤣

Anakin: you go find your girlfirned

Obi-wan: all right NO ANAKIN SHE’S NOT MY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Obi-Wan and Satine confess to each other aaaaaawwwwww🥺

Who will brand themselves a cold blooded killer? imperial march plays ominously as Anakin kills him 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Satine: I’m still not sure about the beard….it hides too much of your handsome face😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Episode 14: Duchess of Mandalore

In war, truth is the first casualty

Obi-Wan: we’re friends, are we not?😒

Satine: yes…friends…and nothing more🤬

Satine: I’m fine I didn’t want to worry you🤬

Obi-Wan: on that count, you’ve failed spectacularly 😒

Lord Sidious meeting with Dooku😳😳😳

Satine to Obi-Wan on holomessage: I need your help [THE AMOUNT OF TIMES THIS HAPPENS]

Obi-Wan in a hood: sees Satine in a hood nice disguise 🤣

Episode 15: Senate Murders

Searching for the truth is easy, accepting the truth is hard

Ugh, another Padme senator episode 😒

I don’t care about the war waged at the senate

Padme wants military spending cut to stop making more clone troopers

Kamino minister says otherwise

Chancellor: murder, it’s inconceivable INCONCEIVABLE

Palpatine smiles evilly

DO YOU THINK NO ONE WILL SEE YOU????😂😂😂😂😂

He is so happy more clone troopers can continue to be made, huh Chancellor? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Episode 16: Cat and Mouse

A wise leader knows when to follow

AHHHHHHHHH THE ARACHNID Admiral Trench!!! 😳😳😳😳😳

Obi-Wan here to save Anakin’s ass, after he was told not to engage until he arrived 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Obi-Wan: two steps forward and you’d actually be kissing it

Anakin: that’s some trick 😉

Bail Organa holo: help us General Kenobi, you’re our only hope

Anakin hanging up on Obi-Wan lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“you learn pretty quickly when you’re under General Skywalker, you live on the offense” clone 🤣

Anakin: hello, ugly🤣

Obi-Wan: might I remind you this was not your mission?😒

Anakin: Reminded hangs up on Obi-Wan🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

General, I really hope you know what you’re doing

So do I, Admiral

Damn, Anakin taking out General Trech with the torpedos chasing after him to crash into the ship 👏👏👏👏👏👏

Obi-Wan: I hate to admit it, but good job, Anakin😒

Episode 17: Bounty Hunters

Courage makes heroes, but trust builds friendship

Ahsoka: how come every time you fly you crash 🤣

Anakin: it’s not my fault, it’s the ships! 🤣

Ahsoka looking between Obi-Wan and Anakin with that smirk

Obi-Wan: well, we crashed the ship your way 🤣

HONDO!!! : Kenobi, Skywalker, I can’t believe you came all this way to see me 😘

Hondo: you know, I like you Kenobi 😉

Embo is a badass bounty hunter with his samurai hat 😳👏

Hondo: “well, well, well, you know what I always say: speak softly and drive a big tank” ✊

Hondo laughs manically🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hondo: die, Jedi scum! 🤣

Hondo fights Anakin with that purple double bladed weapon 😳 WHAT ARE THOSE CALLED?

Hondo: THIS EFFORT IS NO LONGER…PROFITABLE! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Episode 18: The Zillo Beast

Choose what is right, not what is easy

REX! HELLO SWEETIE! : …that’s a lot of clankers [you’re not exaggerating, bae]

Rex: HOLD THE LINE! [love isn’t always on time!]😎

This one clone painted his helmet like a gator head…cool

This bomb destroyed everything, but Anakin’s robotic hand just hurt a little🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lightsaber whooshing] loving these subtitles

Windu: Trapper, Ponds, Hawkeye, follow me! [ha! Fury]🤣

Windu: I have a bad feeling about this

Wilhelm Scream!

Anakin riding on R2 is so cute 😭

Anakin swan dives and rides on R2 again 🤣

R2 WHHHOOOOOOOOOOAOAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh, so Palpatine is ok with it once they use its skin to study for an impenetrable force😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒

Anakin: hey, it worked!

Windu: are you sure?

Anakin: yes, I’m sure. Now you go first 🤣

Palpatine wants it brought to Coruscant to get studied…oh boy 😳

Episode 19: The Zillo Beast Strikes Back

The most dangerous beast is the beast within

Palpatine wants it to create new armor for clone troopers

Palpatine does evil smirk [ARE YOU INVISIBLE?]

Palpatine: such size…such power [UNLIMITED POWER]

Palpatine: Mast Kenobi has taught you well

“If that creature is as powerful as they say, what good are these blasters gonna be?”

“Eh, shut up Cosmos”🤣

[Cosmos would be excellent at CinemaSins] DING

Rex: Better hurry sir, you’re missing all the fun 🤣

Zillo Beast stares Palpatine down through the window

Palpatine: I’ve got a bad feeling about this😳

Windu: how can it be a plan if it’s improvised?🤔

Obi-Wan: just catch them when they fall🤣

Rex: a lot of the General’s plans involve…falling🤣

R2 zipping to the rescue!

Chancellor wanats her to clone the beast?????😳😳😳😳😳

Episode 20: Death Trap

Who my father was matters less than my memory of him

War does NOT come with a guarantee – Clone Cadet trainer

Anakin: hey when I show off, it IS instructive and inspiring 🤣

Windu: for you, maybe

They only get one chance

Sergeant: a near miss is still a miss, kid 🥺

Boba, quit being bad 🤬

Windu: no rest for the weary

“What are you doing? We’re brothers. Don’t shoot!” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

WILHELM SCREAM

Ah! Boba’s ship!

Episode 21: R2 Come Home

Adversity is a friendship’s truest test

Anakin: you’re not kidding, little buddy

Anakin: he’s got a lot of personality that’s all ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Windu: you encourage it too much 😒

[vehement beeping] oh R2

R2 screams🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jango’s helmet set as a bomb…Mace figured it out 😳

R2 to the rescue!

[R2 chuckles]

[R2-D2 screams]

Oh hey Ahsoka havent’ seen you in a while and there’s Dad!Plo!❤️❤️

Anakin: you mean, the clone template?

“Comet, let’s go!”

Plo: Hurry, Commander Wolffe! 😱😱😱😱😱😱

Episode 22: Lethal Trackdown

Revenge is a confession of pain

Hey Plo! Hey Ahsoka ❤️❤️

Ponds! Boba couldn’t do it…so she did😳

Plo offers to take care of the hostage situation with Ahsoka

Plo: why head to the one place we know he is not? 🤔

Ahsoka of course little one we can’t be go to the last place they were

Plo is going to the Underworld????? 😳

HONDO! A passionate kiss with Aura Sing😳😳😳😳

Hondo: not MINE, I take it? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hondo: hey hey someone scrape him off the floor!

Plo: you’ve adopted many of your master’s ways, including your lack of being…subtle 🤣

Plo:…not very subtle🤣

Plo: well done, little ‘Soka😭❤️

Hondo meeting Plo lol 🤣

Damn, Plo just kicked the table up like a badass 😳😳😳😳

Hondo:Tell the Jedi what they want to know, Boba… it is the honorable thing to do…it is what your father would’ve wanted.❤️

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a/n: omg ok so here’s my fic for the super cool + epic collab for my server ;)) i’m rlly nervous cus i’ve never written a. fic like this so pls don’t be mean!!!! but like pls leave a comment below <333 also don’t forget to follow me (or i’ll BITE U jk xD) omg omg ok and don’t forget to check out the other fics for this super epic hot collab <33333 right here kidnapped by hq !!!!!!

warnings: inane rambling, i literally did not proofread this i would take breaks and start again without checking what i wrote last so it’s defs not coherent

I was just ur every day kind of girl. Nothing special to anyone...not ev en myself. All i knew was wake up, brush my hair (and teeth obvi!!)  and go out and go to university and to my part time job as a waitress ina  diner where not a lot of people would go to. Anway today was one of those boring days, i woke up with my alarm blaring at 6:00 am because i have a class at 8:00 am… it’s my least favorite one too. But yeah so i got up super early and made myself apple cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal and black coffee bc i’m also kinda broke bc i ran away from home bc my parents were those snobby rich people and i didn’t wanty end up like that ya know? i put on a really simple outfit bc i was feeling lazy since i woke up late!

(we need to bring back sillly bandz! they r so much fun!!) 

So i was walking to my early 8 oclock class all the way on the otherside of campus when suddenly ther e was a frisbee flying right at my face! I tried to dodge it but it still hit me right in the nose and i screamed so loud i didnt hear anything else but me screaming in really loud pain. 

“Are u ok??” i grab my nose in pain but it doesnt rlly feel broken or bleeding so i open my eyes that i didnt evern realized that i had close to see rlly gold eyes staring down at me. I scrunch up my eyebrows bc im confused bc he’s wearing overalls and a straw hat? Did i hit my head or something and am now seeing things?

“I’m ok do i know u?” i ask.. despite him looking weird in his farmer outfit he looked familiar so i had to ask.

“Sometimes i go to the diner u work at after im done at the farm bc there are good mochi waffles (a/n omg wait do they serve mochi waffles at dinners? I’ve only had it from  bakery xD)” he says with a really cool tone. I nod my head bc it makes sense. Before i can say thank you to him for asking how i am doing he grab my hand “please marry meand my cofarmer” 

“W-w-w-what??????” i yell my heart is pounding bc even though he is really super pretty i don’t eevn remember him ever being at the diner and like i remember a lot of my customers faces bc a lot of them come back a lot. 

“Marry us we will make u super happy pls it was love at first sight.” he says confidendtly (sp?) as he holds my hand tighter and tighter.

“I-i-i-i-i-i don’t even know ur name???” i whisper softly under my breath, “HOW can i marry u???”

“Shinsuke…..” a deep voice goes off behind me and i pull my hand out of his hand to look behind me, a big big BIG man stands there also wearing overalls and a straw hat and also a single wheat hanging from his kissable lips.

“Wakatoshi i have found the perfect housewife for us,, i have asked her to marry us.”

“But i’m just a normal girl from a normal world, how can i possible be apart of the world the two of you have made in the farm world?” the offer was amazing, the life of a housewife for these two perfect men that i’ve met by chance.

“She doesn’t havea choice the wedding is tonight ur marrying us.” the man who was called wakatoshi says with a very serious voice and facial expression. before i can ask hes suddenly pulling me to my feet and dragging me away.

“i have class!!” i say in protest as he continues to pull me towards a green tractor.

“you don’t need education…do you know how to sweep and cook eggs? and maybe make butter?” shinsuke asks following behind as wakatoshi pulls me onto the tractor.

“of course i can make eggs! but why butter?”

“we live on a farm darlin’ ya gotta know how to make butter.” shinsuke says and i nod my head. it makes sense.

“i can’t just leave my life behind tho i’ve gotten this far all by myself” i sigh even tho i’m comfortably sitting in wakatoshis lap i can’t let myself fall victim to their charms!!! i’m independent !!!

“give it up already your ours now…..” wakatoshi says seriously. i pout. he can’t just talk to me like that. i’m not a kid! i go to unverisity and have a job!!! 

“it’s too late ur already wearing the engagement ring” i look down at my hand and gasp to see a beautiful ring on my finger.

“this cant be real?” i shake my head my head.

“we already have your dress and the venue ready.”

“what?” the big grrrn tractor pulls up to a really pretty outdoor wedding venue. my jaw drops to see my entire family, even my parents waiting.

“go in there” wakatoshi points at a tent and i nod. i walk over and am immediately being changed by two guys who look the same?

“don’t worry we r gay.”

“and twins.”

“but not gay for each other bc that’d be illegal or something  and the author would get Cancelled™” it makes sense. i turn and look in the mirror and i gasp. i look beautiful. i may be an average girl but in this moment my velvet chestnut locks are curled to perfect perfection and the makeup isn’t too much or too little. these gay twins sure worked their magic!

i step out of the tent and look down the aisle to see my two farmer husbands looking handsome as ever (here’s what we look like teehee xD i know we look super cute!!) 

“y/n, im sorry me and ur moms bitchy richness made u run away but please let me walk u down the aisle on ur wedding day.”

“hello my name is agayshi and i am also gay, and here to officiate your wedding.”

“wait ur gay too?”

“yeah i’m married to that guy over there in the wacky inflatable cars salesman suit but we’re both respectively fucjing one of those gay twins. any way. do you y/n y/m/n y/l/n take shinsuke canonical rice farmer and ushijima farmer au to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

“i-“ i look between the two men. my dream wedding. my dream men. i look around at all my friends and family. i nod.

“yeah i do.”

“congrats you may kiss the bride” at the same time wakatoshi and shinsuke grab my head and manage to mash all 3 of our mouths together.

i’m just so happy.

….or so i thought.

i woke up, it all turned out to be a dream </3

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(a/n: hey everyone sorry for the sad ending but like...r there rlly happy endings in real life?? soz i just think we need to get more realistic w our fanfics </3)

like. comment. subscribe for more awesomesauce fics like this ;) !!! 

[lathalea]

The Hobbit: DOS: The Appendices, Part 9 (1/4)

30 seconds into the BTS: Thorin happens *FAINTS* RA LAUGHED! SQUEAL!

All the dwarves are being assaulted with tons of real fish. So much fish! Oh my Dorsch! :D So much fish lake town is fishy XD

Which fish are better - the hobbit ones or lake town ones? The plastic ones or the real ones?

Ori gets a fish avalanche. And the fish as monstrously big. Omg ori and his new lover the shark have alone time in the barrel!

Dori can’t stop laughing at Ori’s misery. Sweet Ori so mad he tells people to fuck off

Thorin tenderly puts a fish on Dwalin’s head How gentle RA is o_o Now I know why Dwalin is so grumpy XD

Dwalin hates fish. [Protein] Dwalin just eating a raw fish as statement It is for the protein. Gym instructor Dwalin cares about the protein!

Orlando Bloom does his own stunts and gets hit in a very private part of his body. Ooooo no kids for Legolas

Orlando keeps doing his own stunts. orlando stop breaking the set! legolas: how dare you make me bleed my own blood! Not the face! Legolas being a pretty boy, never bleeding once until now legolas: .... blood is red? Legolas: ... this isn't supposed to come out of my nose... And kids that was the time legolas decided he never ever bleed again ..... red isent his color Makes sense in canon too because Legolas wouldn't have as much experience as he does in lotr Headcanon accepted!

PJ: Thorin gets to plead his case in Laketown... Thorin gets to plead? THE KING DOES NOT PLEAD

Bard walks among dwarves and he is not tall at all Bard is a dwarf after all they could put luke in high heels lol Bard: I AM NOT A DWARF! Dwarves: ONE OF US... ONE OF US... RA explains the details of a scene Oh yes, RA let’s listen to that deep voice of yours

Lots of scenes a re made in green screen. It wasn't the dragon sickness, it was green sickness! I feel like green room is a place naughty actors go to think about their behaviour Ian McKellen and RA were naughty boys then 13 men in a tiny green room Yeah sounds naughty alright

Dori flirts and does naughty stuff with a tall man dressed as a woman Dori the womanizer! :o

Stephen Colbert's cameo with family and a cute kitty He freaks out geek style THE TOLKIEN FANBOY Imagine Stephen and Richard in a nerd trivia fight

Stephen Colbert gets the replica of Sting I can feel RA's jealousy in this RA: Now he is just showing off... there can be only one... RA like I’m gonna steal that when no one is looking He got orcrist lol RA: *angry* mine is bigger

Denethor === Master of Laketown (being disgusting) Grima === Alfrid (ew)

PJ has a cameo of a man hiding in a basket The Basketman. The hero laketown needs, not the one it deserves 

  Stephen Fry eating a fake testicle Everyone tries not to puke. This is worse than the tomato scene...

James Nesbitt's wife and daughters acting in TH as well. Saint Bofur's family taking over the movie! We approve of that! Beautiful female Orc appears on the screen We Stan the female orc Someone write fic about her I envy her... those eyebrows! Ori and Tauriel fighting over who is sexier - goblins or orcs

Laketown toilet scene. How about some toilet humor? Dwalin, pissed: emerges from a toilet The engineering that went into a simple toilet ;) Dwarves are disgusted  Lake Town gave the dwarves more PTSD than the whole quest

Time for Mirkwood extras Time for King Bitchface Fabulous Thranduil vs Majestic Thorin Celebrity deathmatch!

It’s not easy to walk in long, flowing robes. Thrandy: tries to be fabulous, falls down the stairs cuz of his dress

Angry Thorin speaking Khuzdul I need a cold shower here!

Thranduil and Thorin scene Oof the sexual tension is so strong!

Tauriel: the greatest dagger-spinning badass elf!

Alan Lee does his ASMR each time he appears on the screen. He needs to record an album with his voice.

Saint Bofur shouting in a barrel:

And then RA tries to recreate his epic line:

Dori is an opera singer:

Time for The Kiliel Scene...

... with Legolas.

Thorin randomly appears on the screen excuse me faint ok im good

Mirkwood. Everyone got so stoned that even Gandalf forgot his bike.

No, wait, they didn’t really get stoned. RA said so himself!

We believe you, RA. Totally. Ian/Gandalf is a bit lost at the gate to Mirkwood: What am I doing here? What am I supposed to do or say or...? That's Gandalf through the entire saga really.

Bombur falls asleep and the Company needs to carry him. Unfortunately Thorin has a small mishap: 

... and that's how Thorin died. THE END. Saint Bofur smoked too much weed!

Thorin. Thorin is majestic. Thorin is fighting. The Hair. *fainting Elmo style*

The crew is handling the spiderweb-wrapped dwarves like pieces of dead meat (and we’re overprotective) That's the line of Durin you're touching!

Dwarves are wrapped in the cocoons. Someone calls Dean. lol the closed captioning said Dain instead of Dean DAIN WERENT YOU SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE IRON HILLS RA speaks. It’s enough. “I'm not a RA fan but dear god his voice”

The dwarves are a tiny bit cranky.

There is no Fili for like 1,5h of extras :((( Finally! He appears They heard us complaining

The dwarves are trying to get inside Beorn’s house before the beast attacks them. no dwarves but thorin know how doors work That's why he's the king Thorin has the brain cell

Mikael Persbrandt (Beorn) has to play with sticks ending with tennis balls instead of real actors. Luckily, Thorin’s stick is (of course) the most majestic. Thorin the Oakenstick And Beorn grabs this Oakenstick and beat the shit out of Azog. THE END.

Work with greenscreen can be frustrating. Gandalf: I did not become an actor for this

Meanwhile Beorn:

Beorn loves his mice <3 Bombur is the most badass dwarf in this movie. Proof:

And that’s all for today! ---

Missed The Appendices part 7 & 8? Here they are: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Want to see how silly we were when watching The Hobbit? See here.

Thank you everyone, we had so much fun :D

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[animus-inspire-archive]

7. What is the one trend you miss the most that’s no longer popular or seen as much as it was before? // 18. What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog?

7. What is the one trend you miss the most that’s no longer popular or seen as much as before? 

It’s less a trend and probably more what was an absence of trends that I miss. Having RPed in the early days on forums and sites such El Jay it was a lot more… connected somehow. I mean most of the time you were in an actual game with its own universe, rules and community, which contributed to the connectivity but that’s not actually what I miss (I like having an indie blog).

Fandom RPs were a lot more frontier-esque back then. There were hardly any rules or constraints about follow backs or not reblogging without this-that-or-t’other condition to be satisfied or rigidly curating dashes or tagging or formatting etc. (and the list goes on).

It was not limited to one-to-one threads and entirely standalone plotting, people commented upon and reacted to what they wanted to, within reason. So you got the sense that what you wrote was not just… screaming into the void. 

Even when I joined Tumblr this sense of responsiveness, of community interaction, was there. With my main ask-blog (remember they were a thing? I’ve got a relic as my main account lmao), people would read my ask replies and comment IC with their RP accounts. Sometimes our answers were reblogged to four or five different accounts all responding to one another! Hence why I created this RP blog shortly afterwards. 

None of that was particularly planned or plotted. People latched onto things that caught their eye. Posting or reblogging some art turned into cracky one-liners or sprawling epic RPs cos that’s what those wonderful pictures inspired.

Now, the most you get is a like or a reblog. A comment if you’re really lucky. Next to no feedback, next to nothing to latch on to. Just social media esque, oh I have 10 likes on this post but only 2 on this one - simple popularity metric bullshit.

Frankly I need those dopamine hits of interactions, so to go from that to… hardly getting any response these days on Tumblr, is disheartening. 

And perhaps it isn’t the rules and trends that have caused it, but whatever IT is (and it’s only happened recently), I personally feel there is a real sense of disconnect between players.

To the point that approaching someone to thread is an exercise in anxiety. It can get really exhausting when all I wanna do sometimes is go: here, have Reeve responding to something you’ve posted because I loved it and that’s what he’s saying in my head right now. 

Tl;dr: I miss the chaotic creativity and connectivity that used to be par for the course.

18. What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog

I’m really not sure I’ve got a blog specific thing but I keep pondering if I should recreate this blog as a main account, because:

a) ask-reeve-tuesti is hardly ever used 

b) it’s confusing when I’m following someone, especially if they are an RP blog and they don’t even know that this blog exists 

c) my personal is also a side-blog, so everything I like on Tumblr is actually a like from Reeve which… might raise eyebrows xD

But there’s part of me that loves having had the same blog for as long as I have. Plus it would be a significant effort to go through and recreate my following list as I’ve built that up over the years in characteristic chaotic ‘follow anybody I like the look of’ kinda deal! 

And I have a few other side-blogs that I use to varying degrees too. So there’d be the pain of having to switch between accounts for personal and various RP stuff, which I’d undoubtedly get wrong a thousand times.

Yeah… I dunno, what do you guys think?

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

ahhh, may I request a deancas fic with jealous dean and sam notices and lets cas in on it and...something along those lines? I know it's terrible cliche (and you def don't have to do it if you get other way more interesting prompts :3) but love your writing!!! happy 200 🌈

sheya no this is a great prompt!!!! and a great way to avoid reading chapter 13: water resources xD of my geology textbook :) thank you for submitting a prompt and being a pal :)

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college au, sam pov (since I know how much you love sam!!!), let’s go :D

It’s no surprise to Sam that his older brother still hasn’t told Cas how he feels. Sam’s known Dean from the literal moment he was born, and Dean is nothing if not evasive and careful with his feelings, even with his best friend. It’s only gotten worse since Sam moved in with the two of them this fall.

Ostensibly, it was for all of them to save money--Sam wouldn’t have to pay for a crappy freshman dorm room, and they could split the rent three ways instead of two. But what is revealed to Sam is Dean’s epic jealously whenever Cas hangs out with certain people...and how much Sam hates it.

One night, while Dean is making dinner and Sam is doing homework at the bar in their kitchen, it all comes to a head.

“Is Cas joining us?” Sam asks, flipping to the next page in The Scarlet Letter. 

Dean slams a pot down on the stove. “No.”

“Why no?” Sam glances up at his brother. “I didn’t think he had anything going on Thursday nights.”

“He doesn’t. He and Balth are meeting up to study. Studying, my ass.” Dean turns the burner on to boil the water with equal vigor. “Balth has had his eye on Cas since the biology lab the three of us were in sophomore year.”

Sam sighs inwardly and keeps reading his book. Dean’s never going to admit to being in love with Cas unless he’s pushed, is he?

Sam is binge-watching Parks and Rec on his bed later when he hears their apartment’s front door open and shut--presumably, it’s Cas returning. Cas says something Sam can’t hear, but Dean’s angry response is definitely audible.

“I’m so glad you skipped spaghetti for date night with Balth,” Dean says sarcastically (sarcasm has never been a good look on him, Sam would know).

“Who said anything about date night?” Oh, Sam can hear Cas’ voice now. That’s never a good sign--Cas reserves his anger for extreme circumstances, unlike Dean, who pops off at just about anything.

“I’ve seen the way Balth looks at you. You two sure as hell weren’t studying for that long.”

“And why would you care?” Cas challenges. Sam would bet his entire Millennium Falcon lego set that Cas has crossed his arms and leaned back on the heels of his feet, a strong stance against Dean, who most likely has his fists balled up at his sides. Sam’s been in enough arguments with his brother over the years to know. 

“I--I was just--” Dean sputters but Cas cuts him off.

“That’s right, you don’t care. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.” Sam hears loud footsteps, and then Cas coming into his room next to Sam’s and slamming the door. Then he hears the TV turn on in the living room--classic Dean, watching a western instead of talking it out.

Well, if Dean won’t tell Cas what’s up, Sam will.

Sam slides out of bed, shutting his laptop (he hates to abandon Ben and Leslie’s wedding, even if he’s seen the episode six times, but he needs to talk to Cas), before heading out of his room and knocking on Cas’ door.

“Can’t you tell when someone doesn’t want to talk to you?” Cas says angrily from inside, and Sam knocks again. He hears footsteps, and then Cas is pulling open the door. “I told you to--oh, it’s you.”

“I couldn’t help but hear you and my brother yelling at each other,” Sam says, “Can I come in?” He’s already shouldering past Cas, though--Cas may be Dean’s best friend, but Sam has known Cas since he was a kid, and they have an understanding.

“Dean didn’t put you up to this, did he?” Cas asks as Sam commandeers his desk chair.

“Nope.” Sam spins around the chair for a minute before stopping to look at Cas. “You know why Dean gets so upset, right?”

“Because he’s terrible?” Cas replies, raising an eyebrow.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No. Because he’s jealous, Cas. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Hm?”

Sam lowers his voice--if Dean hears Sam, Sam can kiss finishing any of his classes goodbye, because he’ll be dead. “He’s been in love with you for years,” Sam says. 

Cas’ mouth drops open. “No.”

“Yes. Since...” Sam thinks back. “Since your junior year of high school, when you took Meg Masters to prom. The two of you were originally planning on going solo but buying the tickets together to save money, and then she asked you, and you said yes. Dean sort of lost it.”

Cas frowns. “He never said anything to me about it.”

“Yeah, because Dean’s an idiot. Look,” Sam stood up, “He’s never gonna say anything himself, and you know that, because you know him just as well as I do. The only way to get him to talk about it is to confront him, and I’m tired of being stuck in the middle.”

“So you’re telling me this...”

“So that one of you will make a move.” Sam turns to leave Cas’ room. “Good luck.”

Sam heads back to his room and watches three more episodes of Parks and Rec before going to sleep. He doesn’t hear voices from the living room, but he also doesn't hear either Dean or Cas’ door slam. 

The next morning, Sam pulls himself out of bed so that he can have breakfast before his nine am class--psychology--and notices that the TV in the living room is still on. Then he notices that Cas is curled up on top of Dean on the couch, both of them fast asleep, with Dean’s arms wrapped around Cas.

Looks like the intervention worked. 

[frostsinth]

Grier climbed into his chair with a barely concealed sigh, shifting and settling with his legs lounged to one side. I sat in mine, and watched the other members of the goblin court sit on the ground around the stage I had had erected in the center of the grand hall that was utilized as our throne room. I was pleased with the set up, including the skill and coordination required to get the performing theater troop to come to the Goblin Castle. I glanced over at Grier, and saw his arms crossed over his chest and the tiniest of scowls on the corners of his lips.

“Thank you for indulging me.” I told him, leaning back and resting my shoulders against the high back of the chair. He glanced over at me. “I know you don’t believe me, but I do really think you’ll enjoy this.”

The goblin King grumbled something under his breath, but then sighed. “I am not sure whether to be surprised or disappointed that the most successful theater performance for your kingdom is about some historical... banker was it?”

I hid a smirk. “Something like that.”

He groaned softly, shaking his head. “How can you make a play about history? Plays should be about exciting things! Epic battles, unrequited loves, that sort of thing.” He sighed again, dropping his chin to his chest. “Leave it to humans to take the fun out of everything.” Hibik emerged, standing beside the stage, looking to see if everyone was ready.  “Let’s get this over with...”  I signaled him with a wave of my hand and a nod.

The first musical number with upbeat music started, and the actors began to come out on stage, singing in harmony. Grier glanced at me out the corner of his eye, raising a thin eyebrow and pursing his lips. I held a finger to my lips and pointed to the stage as the leading actor stepped out to the spotlight.

“Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done. But just you wait, just you wait...”

By the third number, Grier was sitting on the edge of his seat for the rest of the play.

OK  so this took FOREVER considering it was just a running gag in my head that’s totally not cannon and I wanted to sketch out; but I hope it was worth it. I’ve been listening pretty much Non-stop to Hamilton since I watched it, and I can’t help but imagine the boys watching it. I have this headcannon that the human kingdom (repressed epicenter that it is) has one creative outlet, and that’s theater, so Hamilton is of course a HUGE hit. And Grier was like... seriously? That’s your biggest hit? Until he watched it. Now he’s obsessed too. Which number/part do you think has him reacting like the picture?

I have so many Hamilton thoughts for the boys. Grier’s favorite characters are Thomas Jefferson and the King. There were several numbers he tried to stop the play to have the actors immediately perform them again because he loved them so much, but Nikostratus promptly halted that.  Damjan loved “Here Comes the General” and every other following George Washington part. If you ask Nikostratus who his favorite character is, he would say Aaron Burr; his favorite number is “Wait for It”. But privately, he relates strongly to Angelica’s struggle between want and responsibility, and loves Eliza’s numbers as well.

I was talking to @thava and honestly, Niko is Aaron Burr, and Grier has a lot more in common with Hamilton himself. Funny dynamic xD. But Grier loves the song “Helpless”, and couldn’t stop looking at Niko throughout it, grinning like a fool.

Needless to say, Grier never questions Nikostratus’ again when he says “I think you’d like this.” And the acting troop had to return frequently for repeat performances. Oh, and that’s the most frilly/decorated Nikostratus will ever get, but at least he’s opened up a little, right?

ALSO, I have a background story for those thrones; because originally the throne room had no thrones. But Nikostratus refused to sit on the floor, so they each had their own commissioned. And those chairs are the result, and Grier has no shame and ALSO ALSO that back wall is definitely enchanted to change colors.

Ok, I’m done now. ENJOY!!

[crystalninjaphoenix]

One Short Day

A JSE Fanfic

Yay, I wrote something that isn’t connected to pain for once in my life! Or at least, the most you get are hints and maybe a moment. I was planning on working on something else, but...I don’t know, I just felt like I needed something softer, and I’m sure there are people who need that too. So behold, an attempt at mostly-fluff! I just wanted to write the boys having fun out on the town, simple enough ^-^

It was rare that there was a full day they could all be together. A day where Schneep wasn’t working, Chase wasn’t recording, Marvin didn’t have a show, and Jackie didn’t have to bolt off at the last minute to do heroic vigilantism. A day where they could just do whatever they wanted, all of them, together.

They met up at Jackie’s apartment building. Naturally, JJ arrived first, then Schneep and Chase at about the same time. Just when they were starting to get worried, Marvin showed up, sprinting up to the group and skidding to a halt beside them.

“Late again, I see?” Jackie said when Marvin finally caught his breath. “Maybe we should just tell you we’re meeting thirty minutes earlier than we actually are.”

“Gimme a break.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “My phone was out of battery so I couldn’t check the time, then I got distracted.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “With what?”

“Um...” Marvin looked away, embarrassed. “I may have started playing Plague Inc...for an hour...or more.”

“Dude. Set a timer next time or something,” Chase said. “Ask JJ if you can borrow one of his watches if you have to, I dunno, anything.”

“Enough of this, we are wasting minutes,” Schneep said, checking his own watch. “Jackie decided what to do, what is it?”

Jackie immediately brightened. “Okay, so, we all know JJ hasn’t seen much of the town.” Everyone nodded. “So I thought we could give him the grand tour! Get lunch, go to the park, and I think the fair is open tonight so we can finish with that. That good with everyone?”

“So we’re just gonna walk all over town?” Chase asked. “Only two of us can drive, and none of us have a car right now.”

“Toughen up, Chase, walking’s good for you!” Marvin teased. “Right? Schneep, you’re a doctor, tell him I’m right.”

“He’s right,” Schneep said.

“See?!”

JJ snapped his fingers for attention. I thought we were wasting time? I certainly can’t lead the way, so I’ll ask one of you to.

“Right!” Jackie started off. “C’mon guys, lunch is waiting for us!”

They ended up at a local restaurant near the center of town called Kassie’s. It was a quaint little place, and since it was a warm day they decided to sit at a table outside. The chipper waitress gave them a plate of free fries, then took their order, and headed back inside.

“Is it just me, or is it kind of hot today?” Chase asked, fanning himself with some of the napkins.

“No, it’s not just you. God, I’m dying,” Jackie agreed.

“Jackie, you are not only wearing long sleeves, you are wearing two layers of them,” Schneep pointed out with a smile.

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Mr. Sweater-all-the-time!” Jackie rolled his eyes. “What about Jays? He’s got that vest/dress shirt on.”

JJ looked aghast. You four can run around and show your arms all you like, but I’ll have you know it isn’t proper for a gentleman!

“Are you implying we aren’t gentlemen?” Marvin asked, right before tossing a fry into the air and catching it in his mouth.

JJ raised an eyebrow. Indeed.

“I don’t care, it’s hot. I’m taking this off.” With a few flailing arms, Jackie pulled his hoodie over his head and tugged it off, revealing a Marvel-themed T-shirt underneath. “Ah. That’s better.” He looked around to see the others staring at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Holy shit, Jackie!” Chase yelled. “Your arm!”

“Wh—oh fuck I forgot I was wearing short sleeves today.” Jackie looked down at his left arm. “Yeah, okay, I got scars, you can look all you want.”

“So that’s why I’ve never seen you in T-shirts,” Marvin realized. “Jackie, what the fuck happened?”

Jackie frowned, then coughed awkwardly. “Y’know...I’d rather not talk about it right now. Maybe later. Besides, Schneep already knows the story. ‘S how we met.”

“Honestly, you three are making mountains out of mole hills,” Schneep said. “Is fine now. You should see his torso, now those are scars.”

That only made the other three look more worried. Jackie sighed. “Look, guys, we’re having a fun day. We’re gonna have fun, and not gonna get all concerned, though I do appreciate it. And you—” he glared at Schneep “—need to stop saying that, ‘cause it makes it sound like I lost some epic battle instead of just having top surgery.”

Chase and Marvin relaxed in unison. “I’m still convinced you have, I dunno, fucking bullet scars or something,” Marvin muttered as Chase pulled the remains of the fries towards him.

“Oh yeah, but Schneep’s talking about the surgery. He’s done this before, and it’s no longer funny!” Jackie looked pointedly at Schneep when saying that last part, who just responded with a massive grin.

JJ was the only one who still looked concerned, but now that was paired with confusion. He looked around at the others. What is top surgery?

You could almost hear the hiss as the others all inhaled sharply in unison. They’d all forgotten for a moment that JJ didn’t know. Schneep cleared his throat. “Jackie, would you like to explain?”

“Right yeah. God, where do I start with this?” There was a slight pause in the conversation as the waitress returned with their food. The moment she was out of earshot, Jackie started up again. “Alright, so...” he leaned forward, hands clasped together, eyes wide and nervous. “You know how I call myself Jackieboy Man, right?”

JJ nodded. A moniker I never understood, but yes.

“Well, I didn’t always call myself that. Neither did anyone else. Because, well, they all thought that...I was a, uh, girl. Even I did. For the longest time I just sort of...accepted it. I only started to figure it out in high school. I got my first job, and one of the customers called me ‘that nice lady,’ and hearing it...just sort of surprised me. Like someone gave the wrong answer to a really easy test question. So...I started thinking, and eventually I realized that I wasn’t...actually a girl. That was when I renamed myself.”

JJ didn’t look any less confused. Why would they not understand that? Wouldn’t they be able to...see that you are not?

Jackie winced. “Well, no...you see, I...fuck.” Jackie put his head in his hands, took a deep breath, then looked up again. “I was born...in the wrong body. Top surgery is...it’s to get rid of the parts I didn’t want. Are you...are you getting this now?”

After a moment, JJ’s eyes widened. He nodded hesitantly.

“Okay. Good. Great.” Jackie sighed. “I don’t know if this word existed in the twenties, but nowadays we have ‘transgender’ as...a thing. When someone is something other than what their body is born as. I’m still a he. Or, just, anything but she, really. Literally call me anything but a girl. And please, don’t ask about what my name was before. Or what’s...down there. Those questions make me...really uncomfortable.”

My good man! JJ signed. Why would I do such a rude thing? And to my dear friend, nonetheless. 

Jackie’s shoulders slumped. He leaned back in his chair and exhaled in relief. He’d been dreading this conversation, but better to rip the bandaid off now. “Thanks, man. I...appreciate your understanding.”

JJ smiled. No trouble at all, Jackie! I may not fully grasp the concept, but that’s no reason to disrespect your wishes.

“If you want, I can answer questions. Just...later. And as long as you get I don’t represent everyone who’s trans.”

JJ nodded and gave a thumbs-up. There was silence for a moment, before Chase broke it by saying “Hey, guys, I made a Jenga tower out of fries.”

Schneep rolled his eyes, and immediately knocked over Chase’s tower.

“Aw you bitch!” Chase gasped. “You didn’t even play the game right!”

“Fuck your games. Actually eat the food like it’s supposed to be.”

“You’re just jealous cause you got a salad instead.”

“Maybe I am! Did you think of that?!”

“Dude, I just said I did!”

The rest of lunch was covered in the blanket of familiar banter. Jackie smiled to himself. God, he was so glad nothing changed.

About two hours later, the boys had made their way to the southern part of the city. That was where the park was. It had an official name, but everyone just called it “the park” because there was only one of them and it was shorter. The park itself was pretty big, with trees, paths, flowerbeds, and two playgrounds at either end.

Since it was the middle of the afternoon, there were quite a few families with young children hanging around, parents watching their kids climb all over the jungle gyms and pushing them on the swings. While Marvin and Jackie walked ahead, pulling JJ with them and talking his ears off, Chase and Schneep hung back a bit. Chase was staring at the families on the playground.

“Chase? Are you okay?” Schneep asked gently. 

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine. It’s not a down day.” Schneep gave him a Look. “No, really! It’s just...y’know, seeing all the kids kinda bums me out. You know?”

“Of course I do, Chase,” Schneep said. He was probably the only one of the boys who did. “If you are feeling upset, you can go home.”

“No! God, no, that’s not what I meant at all. This has been good so far. I don’t want it to end.” Chase frowned. “Now I’m just...man. I’m starting to lose it.”

“Chase.” Schneep grabbed his hand. “If you are not enjoying yourself, we can always go do something more quiet. We would hate to push you to do something you are not up to.”

Chase considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah, it’s not too bad. It helps that you guys are here, I think. But I’ll let you know...if it gets too much.”

Schneep gave him a long look, before finally judging that everything was alright. “Okay. You have to do that, or I am going to break into your home at night and yell at you for lying.”

“Okay, okay, I get the idea,” Chase laughed. He looked down at their clasped hands. “You’re not worried people are gonna think we’re a couple, then?”

“What? Oh. Is there no such thing as regular hand-holding in this country?! Besides, it should not fucking matter. Also you are not my type anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re not mine, either. You’re a guy.” Chase and Schneep both had a good laugh at that.

Marvin looked over his shoulder at the two of them. “Are you two gonna walk fast or what?”

“Or what,” Chase said with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re hilarious. A fucking comedic genius. Hey guys!” he said that last part to Jackie and JJ. “We’re gonna slow down so these two assholes can join us.”

“Marvin, how dare you,” Schneep said, mock-offended. “At least be more creative in your insulting us.”

“No.” The two mini-groups merged together to form the main group once again. “So what’re you two talking about?”

“Chase is worried that hand-holding makes a couple,” Schneep tattled.

“Bullshit,” Marvin stated. Jackie went “yeah!” in the background. JJ frowned at the use of language, but nodded. “What makes a couple is the kissing. And romantic interest in each other, which leads to the former.”

“You say, having not been on a date in at least five months,” Jackie muttered.

“Shut your stupid face, you...lovely person.” Marvin pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it, like he did when he was nervous. “We’ve all been kinda busy lately.”

“Yeah...that’s true,” Jackie sighed. “But maybe if you went out more, you could find someone you could go out with. Just once, if a commitment isn’t your thing right now.”

Marvin frowned. “Why in the wide world of wingmen would I go on a date once deliberately?”

“A night of fun?” Schneep suggested.

“With a complete stranger that I have no interest in? No. I need to have some intrigue in whoever they end up being.”

“None of you are gonna get anywhere with him,” Chase said. “He doesn’t get one-night stands.”

“Damn right I don’t! There’s no point!”

And it just seems improper, JJ signed. If you aren’t going to court someone, don’t approach them at all.

“Marvin! You have an ally!” Jackie gasped. 

“Good. Finally, someone who agrees with me.” Marvin held up his hand and, after a moment of figuring out, JJ high-fived it. “Yeah! There we go, you got it!”

Jackie checked the time on his phone. “Alright, it’s starting to get a bit late. If we want to get enough time at the fair, we’re gonna have to book it to the eastern side.”

They didn’t actually run the whole way there, despite Jackie wanting to. By the time they got to the fair the sun was starting to set. They bought tickets and headed inside, where the Ferris wheel and the roller coaster towered over the smaller rides and the carnival games. It was a weekday, but it was one of the first days the fair was open, so the fairgrounds were crowded but not packed.

Chase gasped. “Games. We can do the games first.”

You do realized they’re all rigged, right? JJ asked.

“Who cares? They’re fun! Games now.”

Soon, the others started to suspect that the reason Chase was so eager to play games was because he knew he would win every time. The dude was scarily good. A combination of sheer luck, skill, and fuck-it-let’s-take-a-chance-ness led to many more victories than the others, something Marvin and Schneep immediately called him out for.

“You are cheating, I am sure of it!” Schneep huffed, folding his arms.

“Nah, just have a knack for it. And, in this case, practice.” Chase tossed one of the wooden balls back and forth while he waited for the carnival worker to hand him his prize. “Ya gotta aim for a bit above the spot where the third jug sits on top of the other two, then throw hard. It’s a bit of an arc.”

“No, you’re a cheater,” Marvin asserted, muttering darkly.

“Aw, c’mon! Here, will this make you less salty?” Chase accepted his stuffed prize from the worker, then handed it right over to Marvin. “I got it for you! You like cats.”

Marvin glared down at the plushie. “You’re lucky it has a cute face,” he said.

“See?!” Chase smiled. He was actually having a good time. It was a good change of pace from the park.

Eventually, everyone had a prize except for JJ. They were running out of games to play, but then Jackie spotted one of those ‘find the ball under the shuffling cups.’ “Hey guys, you up for that one?”

JJ brightened. I’m actually quite skilled at those!

“Well, then, let’s go!” Jackie pulled him over, the others in tow.

The carnival worker was calling out the rules of the game. “You get one, you win one of these lovely roses, you get two in a row, you win one of these tiny fellows here, and you get three in a row, you win one of these adorable penguins! Step right up, step right up!”

“Hey!” Jackie waved to get the worker’s attention. “We want to play!”

“Well then, young sirs, the rules are simple. Keep your eye on the ball, see right here, right here, it’s under the middle cup. Now watch as I take the cup this way, then that, then this and oh look at that! It’s goin’ fast, it’s goin’ fast don’t lose it don’t lose it! Now, which one is the ball under?”

Jackie was fairly sure he knew where it was, but he turned to JJ anyway. “So, which one?” he asked.

JJ bit his lip, then reached forward to point at one of the cups...only for the worker to slap his hand away. “I’m sorry sir, please don’t touch the cups. To prevent tamperin’, see? Just tell me.”

JJ looked a bit stunned at the worker’s aggressive tone. But he signed It’s under the left one.

“Excuse me?”

“He says it’s under the left one,” Marvin jumped in.

“...ah, I see.” The worker lifted up the cup to reveal the ball. “Seems you were right. Do you want to try again?”

The boys glanced uneasily between each other. The worker’s tone had dropped from the polite-carnival talk to one that was a bit...short. She was also talking much slower than she was before, drawing out the vowel sounds. “He can hear you perfectly fine,” Chase said. “He just can’t talk.”

“Mmm...I see...” The worker pursed her lips. “Do you want to try again?”

They all nodded. The worker was silent this time as she shuffled the cups, faster than before. When she stopped, she looked at Jackie. “Which one is the ball under?”

Jackie had a vague idea where, but he wasn’t sure. “JJ, do you know?”

The left one again, JJ signed, less enthusiastically.

“The left,” Jackie translated.

The worker frowned as she revealed the ball under the left cup. “You boys aren’t cheating, are you? Those weird gestures seem like symbols.”

Marvin laughed bitterly. “Yeah, they’re symbols alright. They stand for words. Do you not know how sign language fucking works? He’s telling us the answers ‘cause he’s the best one at it. Now let’s do this one more time.”

The worker shuffled the cups impossibly fast. Once more, she asked Jackie where the ball was. This time, he had no idea, and just looked at JJ. JJ, in turn, stiffened a bit, eyes hardening. It’s under the right one, though I wouldn’t put it past her to sneak it up her sleeve.

“Right,” all the boys said in unison.

The worker reluctantly lifted up the rightmost cup to show the ball sitting underneath. “Congratulations,” she said dully. “You win one of the big prizes. What color do you want?”

Turquoise, JJ signed. “Turquoise,” Jackie translated.

They walked away from the booth in silence. After a few moments of walking, Marvin said, “I could totally put a curse on her.”

“No,” Jackie said firmly.

“Just one little spell. She can lose her voice for a week.”

JJ shook his head, then tucked his prize under his arm so he could use his hands to sign. Revenge is never the best answer. 

“It’s what she deserves!” Marvin snarled. “She was making that difficult on purpose. I saw her, she was going much slower with the customers before us. JJ, I’m so absolutely sorry on her behalf, cause god knows she’s not gonna fucking apologize.”

It’s okay, JJ insisted. Believe it or not, I’ve faced worse, especially in my day. They were much less friendly back then.

“I am sure you are not using that word in the correct meaning,” Schneep mumbled.

Marvin shoved his hand into the pocket containing his wand. “One hex. Come on. Just one. I won’t even make her ears fall off or anything.”

Everyone refused to let Marvin curse the carnival worker, and he reluctantly relented. At this point, they’d finished with the games, and all that was left were the rides. They took turns, one or two of them sitting out to watch the accumulated prizes while the others spun and flew and then stumbled off the rides. After trying most of the rides out, they took a snack break for ice cream and cotton candy.

“I think the Ferris wheel is the only one left,” Jackie said. “Unless we want to catch that sideshow thing. There’s supposed to be magicians—”

“Fake,” Marvin interrupted.

“—clowns, animals, and they advertised a knife-thrower—”

Schneep nearly choked on his ice cream. “No.”

“Okay, got it. No show then.” Jackie nodded. “But I’m not too sure about the Ferris wheel. I know at least one of us is afraid of heights.”

“Yeah, uh, me.” Chase bit his lip. “But I think I’ll be fine if I don’t look over the edge. Unless someone else doesn’t want to go on it, then I’ll stay off with them.”

“I’m good,” Jackie said. “Schneep? Marv? Either of you scared of heights?” Both of them shook their heads. “Alright. JJ?”

JJ signed, A bit, but after all these dizzy rides, I’ll take something calm like the Ferris wheel, if you please.

“Alright. Guess we’re going on the wheel, then!”

Night had truly fallen by this point. The Ferris wheel wasn’t exceptionally tall, but it still rose above everything else in the fair, providing a fantastic view of the colored lights below. Instead of having the traditional two-person seats, this wheel had booths that could fit up to eight people, so all the boys fit into one just fine. The wheel turned, and the booth turned with it. Chase squirmed, resolutely not looking over the side. Jackie and Marvin did the exact opposite, practically leaning out of the booth to look down below.

JJ tapped Schneep, signing something real quick. Schneep nodded, then yelled “Can you two stop that?! You are going to fall out of the fucking side, and you are making Jamie nervous.”

“Oh, sorry.” Jackie sat back down.

“Aww,” Marvin groaned, but pulled back into his seat. “I hope you know I do this for you, JJ.”

JJ smiled. Thank you, it’s appreciated. And I’m sure your body feels the same way, having narrowly avoided a fall to great injury.

“Nah, I would’ve been fine.”

The wheel stopped. Their booth was right at the top. “Oh, fuck,” Chase muttered, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You know, you didn’t have to come,” Jackie said quietly. “We would’ve been alright letting you stay down on the ground.”

Chase peeked between his hands. “I know. But...it’s really nice up here. Quiet. And with just you guys. As long as I ignore the distance from the ground, I’m good. You’re my friends, you know, and you make everything better.”

“Oh, Chase,” Marvin gasped. “That’s...really sweet!”

“What? Didn’t think we where friends?”

“It’s...always nice to be reminded.” Marvin smiled softly.

Well then consider this your reminder, Marvin! JJ wiggled his mustache happily. I consider you all my friends, maybe even family. You are all wonderful people and I love having you in my life!

“Nooo, stop.” It was hard to see in the dark, only lit up by the lightbulbs on the Ferris wheel, but it was possible that Marvin was actually blushing.

“You know what? I love you guys.” Jackie grinned. “Not afraid to admit it! Best friends I’ve ever had.”

Schneep cleared his throat. “Yes, I feel the same. You are all great people, and I am fortunate to have met you. I...love you as well.”

“Aaaahck!” Marvin appeared to be trying to fold into himself. “Too much love! Fatality!”

Chase chuckled. “Marvin! Accept our love!”

We love you, Marvin! JJ signed eagerly. Now you have to say it back!

Marvin made a strange sort of groaning exhale before inhaling deeply, calming down. “Yeah...I—I love you guys too. God, I love you guys so much. You should all know that.”

“There we go!” Jackie said, triumphant. “Marvin, you are, truly, the emotionally constipated one. And I thought Schneep was the worst.”

“Excuse me?!” Schneep gasped. “I assure you I am very love-sharing. I just do not use words too much because they are complicated.”

“Understandable,” Chase shrugged. “I can barely speak half the time, and I was born in English.”

I thought you were born in Ireland, JJ signed, amused.

“Oh, you know what I mean!”

The Ferris wheel started lowering, stopping and starting as it let passengers off. The boys stepped out of the booth and onto land once again.

JJ yawned. I must say that I’m rather tired after all this. I think it’s time we go home.

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel it,” Jackie agreed.

“You all are weak!” Marvin countered. “I’m good for another couple hours.”

“Watch you crash immediately upon entering your room,” Chase laughed.

“Oh, shut up.”

“I think JJ is right,” Jackie said. “It’s time to go home.”

Schneep nodded. “Yes, I could stay up longer, but I have morning shift tomorrow so I should not push my luck. I will see you all later?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Course, dude!”

“Definitely.”

Count on it!

With that, they left the fair. Eventually they split up, each heading their own separate ways until they eventually got to wherever they were staying that night. Some went to sleep immediately, some stayed up a bit later, but eventually they all went to bed.

And when they decided to do it, none of them had trouble for once.

[cutegirlmayra]

Ember Commission Receipt

@marydragneell​ commission for another continuation of Ember the Immortal Wolf series - The Fire’s Scourge.

Time: After hearing what was desired for the chapter, I began researching and plotting points together. Then I wrote about 44 pages for the overall story. It has been through one round of Author edits before the rough draft was presented to the customer.

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The Fire’s Scourge.

Commission for the lovely Marydragneell

By: Cutegirlmayra

Dear Manic,

Your song lyrics are so funny, not everything has to rhyme or sound like a poem. But I appreciate it, it’s great to read. I’d rather hear it though! Or at least sing it! When do you plan to visit me? It’s gets boring here sometimes… especially when Shadow bosses me around about being all ‘responsible’ and ‘acting my age’. I’m the same age as him! I was even created before him! I’m practically the oldest… anyway, I’m grumbling on paper, haha! Send me a mix-tape sometime and don’t be afraid to write back. I enjoy these letters.

I enjoy scrapping my claws against the thin paper as I write to you.

Sincerely, The most epic wolf you’ll ever know! Ember

P.S: Ember is easy to make songs out of, try and be more creative next time!

It was the last letter she had written Manic… before the letters stopped coming.

Ember lightly made sure her claws wouldn’t crease too much of the paper, deciding to write another letter in hopes he may respond this time. Like he used too…

The letter folded neatly into an envelop as Ember sealed it with a lick. She held it close to her face, letting it touch her nose as she excitedly withheld herself from getting her hopes too high.

Again…

She had been pen-paling Manic The Hedgehog, Sonic’s brother, for a little while now. Ever since Rouge gifted her a writing kit, trying to make peace with her since they sometimes had to work together, she’d been writing him back and forth like this.

She hopped down from the G.U.N HQ’s desk she was at and went to put it in the mail chute when Shadow stormed up to her.

“Where were you?”

His voice sounded annoyed, not like his normal, causal brooding…

“I was… um…” she hadn’t told Shadow about her little crush…

He looked at the letter in her hands, but she quickly stuck it in her tail and smiled nervously to him, “I’m just writing Santa!”

“Hmph.” He shot air out of his nose at her humor. “When are you going to start-“

“Acting my age?” Ember rolled her eyes, “Get to work? Be nice to Rouge? Hang out with people? I thought we were passed this already, I’m a grown woman! Let me live my life!” she folded her arms before exaggerating her independence, “I do jobs for G.U.N, don’t I?”

“Speaking of which, there’s been a portal breach near where you’re supposed to be patrolling.” He glared her down, seeing her trying to wiggle the letter out of her fluffy tail and get it in the mail chute.

When she saw him staring, she pretended she was just wagging her tail in excitement.

He pinched the middle bridge of his nose, “What am I to do with you?”

“Love me?” She moved back a bit, not sure if he’d find that funny.

His look certainly showed he didn’t.

“If you’re not going to take this mission seriously, I’ll go myself.” He grabbed what looked like a brown, dirtied cloak with rips all throughout it, but Ember immediately reached forward, grabbing a bit of it.

“No!”

“No?” he pivoted, “What do you mean, no? I thought you were ‘enjoying your life’?” he seemed to be spitting the same wording she had used in previous discussions right back at her.

Ember sweated a bit, seeing how angry he really was at her, but realized he was trying to cut her some slack. “You’re a good brother, Shadow. Whether you want to be or not.”

He raised an eyebrow, but she slowly began to tug the cloak off of him.

“And you do make a valid point… I need to prove I can handle this. You’re always worried about me-“

“-And for good reason.” He fully faced her, his tone full of distain.

She gulped, folding the cloak in her arms and continuing as she draped it over her arm. “B-but that’s why I’m going to show you I can do it! I’ve done big missions before, I can do some recon too.” She stood confidently, placing the cloak back on the hanger and tugging her own tighter onto her back, flexing it forward. “Trust me a little, I won’t let Eggman kidnap me again!”

Shadow’s eyes turned softer then, his shoulders going limp.

“Sonic said you passed out, turned insane again… how can I-?”

“I do reckless things, but most of the time, I’m only trying to make you proud.” She took his hand, shaking it lightly. “And do what’s right.”

“…Do you even comprehend what’s right?” He muttered the sentence out, but worried about her maturity level…

It was more tender a question than she had realized, and she quickly was caught off-guard.

Not wanting to continue the topic further, feeling a bit of hurt by those untrusting words, she let his hands go and tried to look chirpy.

“Well, brother. I promise to at least try and not get into trouble… of my own accord… if I can… deal?” her inputs made it all the more unbelievable.

He shook his head but conceded with a shake.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt…”

“I won’t!” She embraced him, knowing he wouldn’t embrace her back but still.

Shadow flinched at the touch, but relaxes after a moment, knowing this is just how Ember shows her affections.

She only gave hugs like this to him, anyway.

He was about to put a hand up to her head, attempting to reciprocate some family love before Rouge intervened, flying down with a sweet smile on her face.

She stretched her wings out a moment before retracting them back behind her. “Aww… look at the cute little siblings… finally getting along?” she teased.

Shadow quickly turned his head and hand away. “Ugh…”

Ember released him and glared at Rouge, sticking her tongue out. “You ruined our moment!”

“Oh? Did I?” Acting innocently, Rouge placed a finger up to her mouth. “Hadn’t noticed.” She winked, being playful. “Shadow, command wants to know about that portal…”

“Ember’s on it.” Shadow looked over his shoulder at her, and then back to Ember. “I hope.”

“Hope is enough!” she waved him off and dug through her tail, getting the letter she stashed out and dumping it in as quick as lightning.

“What was-?” Shadow peered down the mail chute but Ember was already booking it away.

“Bye, bro!”

“Wait! Ember!” He called after her, but she had already raced out.

“Wild one. How ever are you going to tame her to be a good little soldier like ourselves?” Rouge put her hands together and struck a very fake pose, she was clearly mocking the fact that Shadow was in charge of Ember’s training.

He sighed, still watching where she had run off too. “Sometimes… I worry I don’t know her full strength… as well as I pretend too.”

“You of all people should know her best. She doesn’t hide anything from you.” She walked up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, showing more comradery than teasing now. “To her, you’re family.”

“…She is the only thing I have to an actual family.” He muttered out, as though admitting it aloud for the first time.

“Oh my! What a declaration.” Rouge took her hand off him and covered her mouth, but smiled at his tender comment. “Such a softy under all those quills…”

“Hmph.” He moved away from her, trying to signal he was done talking but she flew off after him anyway.

“Do you know who she’s writing with my little present?”

He froze, looking back at her.

“Someone who may be close… but differently, compared to you.” She fluttered her wings and took off, giving him just enough to drive him crazy with questions.

He openly showed his teeth, frowning deeply. “At least she has a friend… that’s what she meant… wasn’t it?”

However…

Below where the letters are delivered, a few shadowy figures lurked. One suddenly caught the falling mail and tapped it against his shoulder, opening it up and pretending to barf. He shredded the letter and snickered, writing his own back with a click of a pen.

“Hehehehe… Dear Manic… Get lost.”

The other shadowy figures snickered a moment.

The mailman came and the new letter was sent, as the old one’s remains drifted down in steady, shredded pieces…

“And now, boys… let’s go catch a spark of flame~” A devious voice spoke through the darkness, and the gang all raced out to follow Ember’s figure disappearing into the woods…

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Ember couldn’t remember much, which she wasn’t used to with such a profound memory. She could only recollect something hard had struck from behind, knocking her out pretty hard and leaving her mostly unconscious. Now, as she woke up, she noticed the jerking of a brown, dirtied bag squishing and bobbing her between mysterious footfalls that carried her in the bag.

“She’ll probably have portal-lag. Might as well set her down here till she wakes up.” The voice wasn’t familiar to her. It wasn’t from Sonic or from his gang, so she figured she was just kidnapped.

‘Kidnapped!?’ she plugged her mouth immediately after thinking that awful thought. ‘No, no, no! I just told Shadow I wouldn’t be kidnapped! Ohhh! Now I’m mad!’ She squirmed a bit in the tight space, her tail taking up most of the free space. ‘I’ll thump’em! I’ll trounce them! I’ll- I’ll-!’

“Are you mad?” Suddenly, she did pick up on a voice. Her bag was gently lowered and she could feel the swinging weight of her body finally rest upon cold ground.

Was that… Sonic?

Was this a joke!?

“We have a powerful entity on our hands… I just want the fiery babe to feel comfortable enough to not burn the whole place down to smithereens!” His sudden tone change,… that sarcasm,… the joke about the portal-lag…

Was she in another dimension?

“Tsk. I don’t see why you’re so fixated on chaos power again.” Another voice spoke out a grumbly tone, feminine this time. But…

Could she maybe..?

She tried to wiggle her finger around the opening of the bag, seeing if her claw could get the band on the bag a few more inches loose.

“…You don’t get it?” Sonic’s voice turned dark again, and she flinched a minute as her ears tried to adjust to the strange rhythm it had. Sonic was always full of life, vigor, and general velocity in his actions and words to match his quick feet. This… couldn’t be Sonic.

She felt a shift and the bag toppled over. Ember had to keep silent but could feel a breathy ‘yelp!’ escape her lips just barely. She instinctively plugged her mouth again, and quickly.

“What do you think I’m running here, Fi? You worthless Destructixs are in this for me. Got it? We broke out of jail for the sole purpose of lighting this world on fire with my iron fist pounding it into submission! To light the world… we need a match.” Ember could hear a fist pound into something, probably the other hand, but felt the shift in atmosphere… as though eyes were on her.

‘Light the world on fire..?’ She thought a moment, ‘Destructixs? Where have I heard… Ah!’ Ember suddenly recognized this speech pattern wasn’t Sonic’s at all! She remembered perfectly the name, where she had heard it too. Immediately, she decided she couldn’t—No, wouldn’t stay quiet and hide forever!

She had faked her unconsciousness to get information, but now, she was getting impatient.

‘Gerald Robotnik created me for good! To defend! I know who these guys are now…’ She flexed her claws, getting ready...

It only took a moment of further silence before the bag was shredded in seconds, and Ember rose up with a quick swipe toward where Sonic’s voice had previously come from.

“Scourge!” she cried out, “You rascal!”

“Woah. The kitty’s awake.” He smirked, stepping back to dodge her assult before tugging on his black, flaming jacket. “Boys?” he gestured to the gang as Ember’s arms were thrown behind her.

“Pfft. Who thinks they can hold me down—Ohhhhh…” She struggled a moment before turning her head around to look up at a large, imposing figure. “A big boy.”

The extremely large and tall giant growled down at her, at least, that’s how she saw him.

“Simian, make sure our guest knows her place.” He began to walk toward what looked like a stone throne. Around Ember was a large, black and blue stoned castle, or the remains of what looked like one.

She was able to fight a bit back and get her arms almost away from her back, but Sgt. Simian’s strength was certainly a match for her.

“Okay… Not so easy to break out of.” She grumbled, disliking the change in the situation.

“Stone, babe.” Scourge tapped the stone beneath them, looking at her over his shoulder. “Want to have a go at making this place light up?” he teased, moving over to his throne and sitting rather reclined in it. “Welcome to my realm. Not much. But all mine.” He put a hand up to his chin to rest his head on, “Well… anymore.” He snickered as the rest of the team seemed to chuckle back.

He motioned for the rest of the gang to come forward. “You know how hard it is to track down a little firefly like you?”

Ember spat on the ground, “Call me a firefly one more time…” she tried to resist being dragged forward from behind, her feet scuffing at the stones below her, but there was no traction strong enough to withstand Sgt. Simian’s brute strength. He basically dragged her towards Scourge at his request like a vacuum cleaner across a rug.

“Tsk. Like I care!” Scourge responded, watching as she was pushed forward towards him.

In protest at being man-handled, her feet began to spark against the stone, but no fire was produced.

‘Shoot!’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m surrounded! And on top of that? I’m not even in my own realm! Guess back-up’s out of the question…’

“You think we have time for a new carpet? This place is fireproof, baby! Hahaha!” He leaned his head back and laughed and laughed.

“Whoo… I have to hand it to ya. You’re one hard dame to find…” he clapped a little with his hands, as though congratulating her and rubbing some ‘tears’ out of his eyes after his such a good laugh. “Had to send every mercenary I could intimidate on the hunt for you. Glad you remember me though.” He winked.

“So… I was kidnapped, I’m in a different world, and you’ve sent spies to figure out where I was. Am I missing anything?” Ember raised an eyebrow, being rather composed as she relaxed. She was hoping it would make Sgt. Simian’s grip on her arms loosen, at least let his guard down, but that didn’t seem to be the case…

A red fox walked up to Scourge, turning around to face Ember and folding her arms, clearly not liking the other girl’s presence. Ember assumed this was the girl he called ‘Fi’, simply because she was the only girl in the group. So? Deduction stands that she must be the feminine voice she had heard previously...

“Show some manners and don’t directly talk to the king.”

“Wow. You even got her playing pretend.” Ember snapped a quick line back as the girl tensed up, her tail flicking in rage but Scourge just raised a hand.

“Feisty, feisty, feisty… I like it. But you’d do well to remember what situation you’re in.” he took his raised hand and leaned forward, snapping. “Snap!”

Suddenly, there was a harsh spark of pain in her arms. Ember was lifted up in a painful hold as Sgt. Simian held her suspended in the air.

Her eyes flinched, but she kept any grunt or utterance of pain at a minimum.

“Aaaaannnddd… Hold for dramatic effect… Snap!”  Scourge reclined again and snapped, having Sgt. Simian put her down again.

Her arms twitched under the uncomfortable position, and she swore a few jerks would have had her shoulders pop out of their sockets.

“Do I have your attention now, little spark?”

“It’s Ember.” Ember gritted her teeth. “And when Shadow finds out what you’ve done-!”

He suddenly rose to his feet, “I’ve defeated Shadow! And Sonic! At the exact same time!” he swiped his arms out, growing annoyed. “Don’t you dare think you can threaten me!!!”

“Tsk.” Ember emoted, not seeming to have known that before. She sweatdropped, nervous now if Shadow could even jump realms… ‘Maybe I should have laid low a little longer…’

“Scourge.” A hawk stepped forward, as though gently reminding his leader of his purpose.

“Hmph. I know!” Scourge dismissed the comment, swiping a hand at him, “In my own due time!”

He turned back to his throne, “As you recall, I was trying to lure out Sonic through a staged ‘setup’ if you will…”

----

It was a vivid memory—though Ember’s memory never failed her anyway. No matter… how hard she would try and forget.

Scourge had run into her vigilante G.U.N attire, not having fully recognized her as she continued to foil his criminal activities of trying to seize control over the world. Sonic and his friend would naturally call upon the Freedom Fighters to put a stop to his plans, but this time was different.

G.U.N had actually assigned her to stop a village fire,…

Little did she know it was a trap.

The citizen’s screamed in terror as wood and falling debris littered the skies, their homes and city collapsed around them in the flames.

Their city was deep within a crater formed in the earth, with sharp, jagged cliffs encircling them. There seemed to be a drainage system in place for floods, but for some reason, the drains had been clogged and the fire had no where to escape too. If they tried using water to put out the massive fires, which started up sporadically in different locations, then they would be trapped within the crater.

What made matters worse is that the fires had burnt the electrical powers, so even their way out was blocked besides long, carved stairwells which would be too dangerous for a mass of panicked people to scale in an efficient manner.

So what was Ember to do..?

“Help! Someone!” A woman cried from within a building as Ember quickly leaped up and scaled the tall skyscraper with her claws.

“Haaannnggg ooonnn!!!” she ripped through the flaming surroundings and grabbed the woman, rushing down and helping her to safety. “Does anyone know who started this?” Ember set her down lightly as the woman frantically turned around, wanting to aid as much as possible now that she was out of harm’s way.

“They called themselves ‘Destructix’. They said-“ as the woman began to cough and mutter, a voice suddenly rose from the flames atop a hill.

“Too bad! Looks like Blue didn’t have time to save any of you. Guess you’ll just burn straight to the underworld then!!!” A figure stood looming above on a cliff. He looked like a light green hedgehog with bright sunglasses, having the city’s flames dance in their shades, tugging on his jacket. He flicked his wrist as a few other figures came up: a monkey, red fox, frog, dog, hawk, and wolf. They stepped ahead of him and poured what looked to be gallons of gasoline down onto the streets below.

Like a skillet having oil poured on it, firing up everything for a split second of pure horror. The flash blinded the citizens as the heat swept their breaths up and burst the rest of their hope they had at survival.

People shrieked as he smirked, turning away before Ember’s rage couldn’t contain itself anymore.

Her fingers twitched, head pulsed with trauma as she saw children rushing away from the quickly moving flames…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

She couldn’t control it. It was too much on her heart.

The cursed emerald pulsed, cloaking her in a bright white as her eyes covered in pitch black smoke that rippled along her eye sockets. In this hysterical super form, she covered herself in chaos energy and burst through the trailing gasoline.

It was like an arrow through water, she would thrust one hand out and burning gasoline would splash out of her way onto the buildings and away from the cowering citizens. One hand at a time, she propelled herself through the streets. Her power turned the flames into nothing more than burnt oil stains against the city’s skyscrapers, extinguishing them as fire swarmed her being. With enough force, she had spared the majority of the city while they continued to evacuate. Some had burns, but it looked as though no one had died, miraculously.

“B-Boss!” The shaking hand of the Wolf gestured behind him towards the powerful streak of Ember’s power charging like a swift beam of light towards them.

“…Hmm?” Scourge turned around, his glasses suddenly shining with the light she was emitting as he strode back up to the edge and peered down at her. He smirked, his eyes completely consumed in the image of her magnificent flaming display of power and skill.

She scaled the ledge, climbing in a ferocious tantrum towards them. Below, people cheered and huddled close to their loved ones, scaling the escape route out from their precious homes now destroyed to mere ash.

Some of Scourge’s men got ready to fight, but he rose a hand up to stop them. “Wait!” His sharp teeth glistened when his tongue licked over their dry frames. The chaos energy and the flames left a streak of dry wind, smoky to the smell, and excited Scourge for a moment.

“Well, well… I think I remember you.” He backed off, “We’ll meet again, little spark!” he then escaped in the nick of time, just before Ember ripped through the skyscraper in her way, leaping straight through it, and landing off into the mountain’s cliffside. She attempted to pursue him in her fury, but his buddies and him had portal capabilities, and were gone without a trace.

Ember huffed and puffed, standing away from the fires still licking at the lightly fuming city before she collapsed and gripped her head. “How could… How could people like that still exist..? I thought… G.U.N was the only organization capable of being so cruel… I’ll find them. I’ll stop them no matter what it takes!!!” Ember’s oath was never forgotten, but she hadn’t found a rumor about the mysterious Destructix’s since.

----

So while Scourge finished his recollection of the story, Ember was still locked inside her own perfect memory of the event. The smoke that rose from that black pit… the reports of missing individuals that some witnesses say they saw escaping up the stairs… the families being left with nothing but soot on their faces and half-burnt clothes on their backs…

Scourge didn’t seem to notice her shaking pupils, but did see how quiet she was, staring off at the ground as she began to realize what a mad man he really was.

He took off his sunglasses, his eyes widening in glee. “That power was something else, babe. Mind telling me why you’re not summoning it now?”

She flicked her nose up, ‘Is that what he’s after?!’ and looked away. ‘At first it was to find Sonic… but now he might do something horrible like that… to find me.’ She couldn’t bare to think about it, biting her jaw tightly shut as she tried to hold in her rage. ‘What… what awful things did he do while he searched for her instead of Sonic..? Was it her fault..? That more people were hurt by his crazy, terrorist attacks?’

“Playing coy?” He teased, jumping down from his throne and walking over to her, standing by her side and checking her out. “That power’s not asleep, is it? Hate to wake it up…”

His threats fell on deaf ears, which she twitched to show her ignorance of his roaming eyes…

Her tail maneuvered itself between Sgt. Simian’s legs… waiting for a good opportunity…

“I remember how you looked, sweetheart. Covered in the light of flames and spouting oil this way and that.” He gestured with his hands, flinging them out left and right to show a live demonstration of her feat. “You almost made me think you cared for all those people down there…”

She growled.

After seeing his eyes light up at her reaction to him, she forcing her mouth shut again, but she refused to let him taunt her.

He wanted a fight, but she wouldn’t give it to him.

He put his glasses back down over his eyes, his smirk fading slightly. “You’re not one to talk back or pick fights, are you? Caution is the most annoying trait, babe.”

Ember sighed, “You want my power. That’s annoying in and of itself too.” She lowered her head, playing into the ‘I give up’ motive and waiting for Simian to drop his guard.

She felt his hands loosen with her bending body and knew the moment wouldn’t be too far off now.

Just a little longer…

“Well, yeah. I find it hot.” He suddenly lurched forward, straight at her face. It startled her, but he reached directly at her chest and grabbed her emerald, sticking just slightly above her shirt as she felt the Master Emerald’s power suddenly rejecting it, inflicting Ember’s essence with its powerful, pure chaos energy.

“AHHHH!!!” she flung her head back as he poured some of his chaos energy into her, causing immense pain as the cursed emerald seemed to be repelled when it wanted to fight back and defend itself.

“Hahaha! So it is cursed!” Scourge kept his grip tight, laughing as the fox girl saw where his hands were and quickly grew defensive.

“That’s enough, Scourge!”

Her jealous burst made him stop laughing, turning to look at her with a frustrated expression as his hand released Ember.

She fell to her knees, taking a moment to recover from that torture before she felt Sgt. Simian’s hand let go of her, now holding her with one. He did so to avoid falling with her, since he was much larger than her anyway.

Now was the time, she just needed her strength first.

“Fiona, baby, I’m working here.” Scourge began to walk up to her, seeming calm but Fiona knew his act all too well.

She stepped away a moment, seeing him immediately grow hostile and grab her neck.

He screamed in her face, dipping her down and gripping her to him, hollering down her throat. “Don’t interfere!”

When he let her go, she fell and coughed, clutching her sore neck before pointing towards Ember, “She’s nothing! You’ve seen me take down stronger foes than her! Let me fight her! I’ll prove how useful I can be-!”

“Pfft. Save it, toots. You and I both know little spark’s far more devastating than some freaky kung fu moves.” He waved her off, making Fiona look down and slam her fist to the ground.

“She’s the freak with the moves… I can do it. I can beat her if you’ll let me just-“

“Quiet!” He swiped an arm out, silencing her again. “You’re getting on my nerves. Take a chill pill and walk, Fi!” Immediately, as though understanding the context of his words, some of his men came up behind Fiona. She looked behind her, getting upset as she struggled and glared to Ember.

Ember didn’t have anything against the girl, besides that she followed a lunatic, but the look she gave her made Ember feel even more irritated.

Fiona shook off the men’s arms and got up, silently walking away with the men, clearly having some resolves.

“Hmph. Women, am I right?” he folded his arms and then looked back to Ember with a joking, sinister smile.

Now!

Ember tripped up Sgt. Simian, wrapping her strong tail around a leg and pulling him back to fall down behind her. He was already bending over to keep one hand on her, it was his own fault for thinking she couldn’t recover fast enough.

She got her arms back and pounced towards Scourge, raising a clawed hand up. “HAAA!!!”

“Oh! Something interesting!” he chimed, jumping back and out of her way as her claws dug into the concrete of the old castle, near his throne.

The stone bricks flew out of place and crashed all around, tink, tink, tinking onto the ground as rubble and chalky dirt launched everywhere into the open air.

Scourge wiped his mouth of the grey dirt and readied himself, looking thrilled at some violence. “Finally… I was thinking you were just gonna lay down for me, sparkz.”

“Ember.” She growled.

“Right, right. Well, you either have two options. As far as I see? It’s join me-“ he flicked off some rubble that was sticking to his shoulder, “Or death.”

Ember also got into a fighting position, summoning all her strength she had regained from resting a moment to her hands and feet.

“And it’s not really a request…”

Ember felt her power soar through her being, the cursed emerald still pumping chaos through her in a means to recover after that last attack.

She flung her arm out again, but it was a feint. Soon as he tried to dodge, she gripped the ground and swung a foot into his stomach.

“Offph!” She watched him recline back from the pain, his lips pushing forward at the intensity of the hit.

“Heh.” She had the advantage and wouldn’t let it slip away! “Here’s a taste of my power you want so badly! Have itttttt!” she roundhouse kicked, knocking his head back but he lifted an arm up to grab her other leg as she circled for another blow and threw her down.

Quickly getting back up, she saw his hands come together and slam down on the concrete where she had just rolled away from.

‘This is gonna take more than strength…’ she recognized that his strength was equal to that of her powered cursed emerald. He must have been powered by the Master Emerald too… but how?!

She didn’t have time to dwell on that. She wanted to prove, not just to herself but to Shadow too, that she could complete a mission on her own!

She summoned some power to her chest and filled her claws with chaos energy, making them grow out like beams of light. “Try dodging this, don’t underestimate me!” She leaped up and feinted a swipe as though about to cast Shadow’s Chaos Spears.

It worked. Scourge recognized the familiar motion and went to dodge what he thought was the onslaught of chaos energy spears, but she pushed off the wall nearest to her, her eyes twitching, ‘There! An opening!’

She kicked off the wall and threw herself fully at him, “Haaaa!!!!” she slashed his already permanent scar with fresh new claw marks across his chest.

“Agh!” he was blasted back, the pulse from her Chaos Claws sending the cursed emerald’s power through his body and having it repel his own stolen Master Emerald power.

The two didn’t mix well, the power kept blasting the other back, but at least she knew she could push him back if she summoned her power faster than he could counter it.

He still had that advantage… but for that moment, he wasn’t using it at its full potential. Even Ember could see that…

She landed a bit away from him, watching him grip at his chest. He seemed surprised to see no blood. “The damage was more to your energy.” She slowly rose up, the power in her claws fading as she returned to her usual twitch of sharpening her nails. “But I still got’cha…”

Indeed, she saw the wounds reopen on his chest, only a little blood oozed out but just enough for Scourge to look down and see the delayed reaction.

His face shifted to lines of anger stretched up from the dip in his narrowed eyebrows.

As though refusing to let loose his full power just yet, his energy subsided and he just looked back up at Ember, fixated on her form.

“Interesting…” he licked his lips, getting up. “Very interesting…” he still held his chest, some blood on his glove now, but the bleeding would stop momentarily as the chaos energy began to reform again.

She disengaged and stepped away, feeling the power in her claws slowly dwindle. “Tsk.” She kept sharpening them as sparks flew around her. ‘His attack on me from before weakened the cursed emerald… I can’t do what I normally can now… is that why he so directly attached the Master Emerald’s power to it? By doing so, he probably knew it would cripple me somewhat… I’ll have to play a bit of a waiting game to get my lost power back.’

She smirked.

‘Perfect. I’ll keep him talking…’

“So? You really think you’re going to somehow get me to join your little uprising?” She decided to play along, swishing her tail and moving back as to lure him up and think she wasn’t going to strike anymore.

“Heh… do you really think me that stupid?” He growled. She could feel his own chaos power recharging, and knew he was probably adopting the same strategy.

“You’re lucky, you know… I haven’t even begun to fight!” he suddenly let loose a Chaos Blast, shattering the ground and exploding outward as Ember couldn’t react fast enough to block against it.

She was blown into the wall, crashing hard against it and getting a headache when she landed back to the ground with a hard thump!

She groaned, trying to sense her surroundings again when a foot was pressed on her back, keeping her down.

Then… she felt a hand move through the back of her hair, gripping some strangled strings as smoothly as moving through water. But then her head was ripped back, forcing her to turn toward him.

“Erk!” it hurt like none other, but she could hear him shifting his muzzle through her hair, pulling her head back to lean and press against it.

“My, my… Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” he mocked with an alluring pleasure to his voice. “I’m not.”

“Back off!” she threatened, flailing a moment but his touch never wavered.

“You’re so enticing, Ember… like a warm fire that burns anyone who dares to touch it.” His words hissed in a pleasure-seeking tone that made her uncomfortable. What was that? Some sort of intimidating praise or actual flirting?

From back in the front of the castle, the gang watched on, having all scattered back after that fight.

They knew when not to intervene with Scourge, but Fiona couldn’t contain herself.

She lurched forward, only to have a hand grip her shoulder and the frog shake his head. This time she gritted her teeth, seeing how they all weren’t keen on Ember, but wouldn’t dare disobey Scourge again.

She held silent reservations, but looked on and held herself back. “I hate her…” she mumbled.

The rest of the team sighed in tense pockets of air, letting them go gradually. They seemed to be silently agreeing with her.

Maybe this girl was more a problem than a useful pawn…

“You know what’s crazy good about you, Toots?” Scourge smelled her hair in a deep, creepy whiff. Ember reached her hands back to get him off her hair but he gripped her wrists and spun her around, pinning her on the ground.

“Ack!” she felt the cruel stone scrape against her back. Her clothes survived the Chaos Blast, but some of it had ripped somewhat.

“You know what..?” He moved close to her face, his fangs skimming her forehead as his tongue taunted her eye.

It was disgusting, she twitched her eye and finally turned away, giving into some fear deep inside herself.

“After I broke out of jail for the hundredth time… I decided, hey, wonder how my dear emotionally distraught castaway was doing.” He pulled back and winked. “Found you again… a dog to those goody-two-shoes, and it’s been sparkz ever since, Cinder~”

“Ember.” She growled, as though cursing loudly, she tried to push against his strength.

For a moment, it was working. She could feel her power returning to her, inching him off little by little and getting her hands to lock in his own and steadily push him away.

But he only smiled, watching her struggle must have looked like a game to him.

“Whatever. Still on fire.”

“Ugh, What is?”

“My heart and your body, babe.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’ll make a fire in you, alright… one that burns you to a crisp!” she started to summon her own Chaos Blast, struggling under him.

However… his head jerked down and his fangs gripped her emerald.

“Ack!” she blushed before another huge wave of the Master Emerald’s power shot through her and electrified her body. “AHHH!!!”

Again, Fiona could not remain still, so as she went to leap forward, about to call out his name when the rest of the Anti-gang grabbed her and pulled her back, covering her mouth.

“Tolerate it.” the Lynx threatened. “He’s only getting what he wants.”

Her eyes were green with jealousy, but her face was red with anger and revenge.

Scourge let go and Ember collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily as it felt her entire insides had been fried.

“Ever since you raged from that burning town,” He wiped the spit off his mouth, letting her go and looming over her. “I’ve always had the hots for ya.”

She coughed and breathed heavily, sliding herself out from under him and leaning against the stony wall. She gripped it for support, rubbing her imbedded cursed emerald before gathering enough strength to speak again. “Me? Or my power?” she turned back to him, playfully folding her arms, faking that she was fine.

“Boo, it’s all in the same body.” He lowered his sunglasses down to get a better look at her. “What’s the difference?”

He must have called her bluff, because he moved right back where he was, pinning her against the stone and letting his nose skim her muzzle. He whispered, “What to do… what to do…” As though taunting her feeble state. “What ever should I do to you first..?” he smirked, looking back at her.

Ember ignored the power-plays, quickly changing the subject and trying to restore her strength back, struggling to push him away again. “My power isn’t me. I-I mean… I’m more than my abilities!” Her head rolled a moment, feeling nauseated from the two chaos powers conflicting each other.

“Sure, sure. But my abilities could send you to a whole new world…” He gave her a suggestive eyebrow movement.

Ember couldn’t let him just toss her around like a ragdoll! No matter how much his chaos power repulsed and diffused her own… she would have to fight!

Ember chuckled, trying to still play cocky as best as she could, even if she was stuck against a wall and a madman. “I’m already in another dimension.”

“I know, right? Exciting, isn’t it?”

He suddenly let her go.

It was then that Ember felt her body fall back to the ground. Was she unable to keep going?

She tried to slide her feet under her, but they skid back to being weakly shaken upon the ground.

She began to panic. ‘No… No-no-no, get up! You can’t let him win!’ She was growing more and more anxious and worried, but he just watched her face as her internal struggle grew more and more dire.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Someone can’t admit when she’s beat.” He chuckled right back, turning his head a bit upside down to get a better look at her. She hid her face and he gripped it with his hand, forcing it back into view and up to look at him.

He stroked with his pinkie the side of her cheek, still humming a bit of gleeful victory before flicking his head, flirtatiously. “Join me and we can have a bonfire later tonight~”

He moved dangerously close to her lips, “You and me… no sounds but the constant cries of you wanting more…”

She gagged. “Do you honestly think girl’s fall for that?”

Fiona had been taken away, pushed against another wall by her comrades, her fierce rage rising with each sentence she heard from the other room. She gripped at her captors backs and threatened to scratch and peel their skin off, but for her sake, they didn’t let go. “Sorry, not into ‘green’ fads.” Ember spat out.

“Ouch.” Scourge’s smirk was replaced quickly with a frown. “Touchy, touchy.”

“You seem to be.” Ember tried to bite at his wandering hands, but he pulled them back, apparently turned on her by actions as his eyes widen with intrigue.

His head perked up, and he mimicked a cat’s ‘rawr’.

“Ohhh… look who’s talking back. I like you.”

“Clearly…”

“Only… my love’s a little conditional. Pricey as it seems, I’m a man of material desire.” As he slipped a hand around her waist, she punched him back, summoning everything into that blow that forced him away.

“Grrk!” he gripped his eye, where she had punched.

Ember rose up and began to deal more hits, taking him off-guard as she spun and whacked him with her foot, leaving him prone before diving onto him with her knee, continuing the onslaught.

As though summoned by the sudden shift, the Anti-gang pounced and let Fiona go.

“W-what!?” Ember was tackled down, fighting for her life again as the Anti-gang began to beat down on her, protecting their so-called, ‘king’.

When they moved away, Ember was left utterly beaten and weak. Bruises forming along her muzzle and arms now… The only visible ones, anyway.

“Y… You cheated.” Ember stated, gritting through the pain as she crawled to try and get back up again, but was failing miserably. “I overpowered you… overcame… I would have won if-!” she was kicked across the room by Fiona, leaving her rolling along the cobble floor. “You… played fair.” She finished her sentence, but at what cost? She gripped her stomach and got up to her knees, panting as Fiona’s face looked like seconds away from murder. The Anti-gang turned to Scourge, who was getting up with a wobble in his step, gripping a hand over his eye.

“I’m starting to lose patience with you…” he muttered under his breath. “You say you don’t like green… but I know a certain hippie drummer boy you tend to write through G.U.N’s mail delivery service..! Too bad most of those letters don’t always end up in his hands…”

Ember was confused at first, not understanding before her eyes widened. “Are you talking about..?”

He didn’t let her finish, “I’m not one to be jealous, honestly. Only possessive. Which brings me back to my earlier demand…”

Suddenly, the Chaos Emeralds floated out from behind Scourge’s flowing jacket, revealing themselves as they gently swayed in a circle around his body. He approached his throne but stopped, turning his head back to her with another evil look of desire and pre-victory gloating.

“I want you… but all of you.” He turned back around and spread his arms out, the emeralds stopping their turning and remaining still… his presence was extremely intimidating, and Ember could feel she wasn’t at full power yet… The healing would need more time!

‘He knew about Manic? What else did he know!?’ She couldn’t continue on like this. Her panic was reaching its maximum capacity. She could feel the Cursed Emerald wanting to retaliate with the dark madness she knew all too well. ‘He knew how to reverse the Cursed Emerald’s power onto me… He knew about G.U.N, Shadow… what else is he hiding up his sleeve?!’ she felt the world caving in on her. ‘Shadow… Sonic… Manic…’ she closed her eyes, remembering her dear friends she had collected along the way. ‘What if they can’t save me..? He clearly gathered and stole all the Chaos Emeralds from our world… he’s… so powerful now. He can trump me at every turn!’

She looked to his team, slowly withdrawing with a sick sense of gloating in their boss’s power, staring at her and waiting for him to deal a finishing blow. ‘I… I can’t do this, can I? Shadow was right…’

Then… a letter returned to Ember’s memory.

Those words…

“Won’t happen.” She suddenly felt a courage spark in her.

“I won’t let you win.” She felt her fist tighten. The words her friend wrote her sang in her ears now, the last letter she had read from Manic…

Dear Ember,

What’s up? Sorry I haven’t written in a while! I hear it’s been pretty rough for you. Shadow sounds a bit like a downer, man. In all honesty, you gotta keep your head up. No matter what rain falls in the summer, it just turns to snow in the winter, and then a pleasant shower in the spring. I guess that’s super poetic, heh. But you like that kinda stuff, right? Anyway, what I mean is, don’t let things that seem hard keep you down. You have a really unique spirit, Ember. Kinda like your name, you’re a spark to the flame. Riding and gliding, you’ll always be the same, but evolve toward your name. Ember, Ember. Spark and shine. Embers and cinders, lighting the night! It’s hard not to write lyrics for ya, I know you laugh at me when I do, but it’s so easy for me to get inspired off of ya. You must be some kind of muse to me. Is that okay? Whatever, I’m not a very good letter writer, but I hope you know…

You aren’t just the embers, but the spark to the flame.

- Manic The Hedgehog

Her head reared up, his lyrics giving her strength as her heart pumped rapidly and her power swiftly returned to her.

“You want to see fire and brimstone?” She blasted her energy out, her super form taking effect again. It would cost her this time… but for once, she felt her mind just a little more clearer—it peeked through the haze of crazy power, and gave her the confidence to remain calm.

“We’ll see about that.” Scourge’s evil, scheming smirk reappeared. He lowered his eyes, attracted to her rebelliousness but also trying to not get frustrated again. “I’m not very patient.”

“I’m not very outspoken, and yet, here we are.” She smirked back, unwilling to be intimidated by his confidence. She proved she could beat him once. Time to do it again…

“This time, I’m going to push you around!” She took a few steps forward, her power sucking away at her now, like one last shot of adrenaline to end it all or be ended herself. “I’m speaking out against your bad fashion sense.” She egged him on.

“That’s it! I’ve put up enough with this! I’ll just take you here and now!” he blasted a deep purple, much like her Cursed Emerald’s power. His chaos had turned negatively charged and dangerously unstable.

At least she had some practice with being an uncontrollable mass of destruction.

“Bite me.” She threw her hand out, spiking out artificial chaos claws a few inches ahead, glowing purple in radiance once again. Her white form and black eye-sockets fanned like a raging fire, waiting for him to come at her.

“I’ll try!” his smile turned devilishly crazy, as though it was blood-hungry now.

The two clashed in what looked like an array of lights, flashing and blinding the other Anti-gang members as they held their arms out to shield themselves from the aftermath. The force tossed them back and around, skidding on their feet to avoid falling back.

“They’re gonna kill each other!” One of them shouted out, but it was hard to tell who with the constantly clashing lights that blinded their sights, and the rapid whipping of force pounding them in different directions as Ember and Scourge duked it out with everything they had.

“Dang it, Scourge! He’s going to take the whole fort down with him!” That one sounded as though it was Fiona, but before anyone could say anything more…

There was a large explosion, blasting the stone walls as Scourge shoved stones off of himself. He looked enraged, huffing and puffing a moment, wiping some blood off his chin.

“Heh… heh… Okay, doll. You’ve got my attention.” He breathed as though exhausted, bruised up and singed in different locations on his fur. “That power has a kick to it. Mind if I take a bit of it?” He shot up through the air, “Or how about all of it!?”

He rocketed down to Ember who had let her super form take over her actions. Though she was conscious and aware of herself, her reflex was stronger than her mind could keep up with. It was the ultimate instinct, a great offense to his aggressive—and unconcentrated—attack style.

She was battered and bruised though, but countered most of Scourge’s hits. This wasn’t looking good for either of them. They had different ways of utilizing chaos energy, both in dangerous ways, but with grave consequences on both of them. Especially mentally…

“Urk!” Under his sunglasses, which had fallen with the swing of his head down to his eyes, he suddenly winced in a bit of fear. “W…What-what gives you all this power!? Why won’t you just give in to me!?” It was almost pathetic, his sudden realization of how far Ember’s power could take her, but Ember liked to hear she was getting the advantage again.

She strained against his energy, him charging at her again, her pushing him back and holding her own as she tried to summon enough strength and sanity to speak again.

“It’s… because…”

Shadow… Sonic… Rouge.

“I have…”

Cream, Amy, Knuckles, Tails…

“P-people…”

Her memories, Maria… Dr. Gerald Robotnik.

All of her experiences.

All of her strife and happiness, pain and sorrows.

…Manic…

“I want… to protect!”

She sent a large energy wave out of her, rippling through the air as he remained stunned at the intensity of her Cursed Emerald’s power.

It was almost as though her very chest was shaking, the Cursed Emerald looking as though it was being rocked from her very core. Her soul taking full swing at him, him locked in her grip as she refused to let go.

“How’s that possible!?” he cried out, but it was too late now…

“I have all 7 Chaos Emeralds! You have only one!”

“Guess you didn’t do your research, but this little emerald was cursed for a reason!” She formed a beam at the tip of her protruding emerald, Scourge’s eyes glazed over with its wild radiance as he pulled his head back, whincing as he knew…This was gonna hurt. A lot.

“HAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

She spread a beam of dark purple energy out from her chest, propelling it into him as she held his fighting hands in place. A direct shot. A finishing blow. All she had left to give.

 She left him with nowhere to dodge.

 She had grappled him, causing his flimsy form to fly out in front of her, being forced to remain in the shock-blast of her immense power.

To keep from having the power push her back against the wall, she dug her feet into the ground of the cobble floor.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” the hit finally died down and caused Scourge to fall flat down on his face when she released him and backed away.

She gripped her arm, feeling the fatigue as her form disappeared and she fell down too. “You may be ticked… hah… hah… but no amount of fighting… hah… will keep me from forgetting… hah… hah… my friends.”

That was all. The last of everything. At least, she thought it was. Her vision so blurry and her body so numb.

The Cursed Emerald faded… as though Ember was left only to her mortal capabilities now.

“Grr…” he gripped the ground beneath him, “…Ow.” feeling the Chaos Emeralds shoot out from him, he forced his crisp self to get up, still steaming from the hit.

 “YOU LITTLE-!” he reached out to her. “Whether you join or not, I’ll just kill you and dance on your corpse!”

While the two were distracted, they didn’t notice a portal open and his Anti-gang getting beaten in their attempt to block out their powerful and heated light energy.

“You can’t win! Ahh! Ow! Hot! You can’t burn me! I’m raw to the core, babe! I’m-… I’m not done,… I’m well done! Haha! Ouch… Get over here…” he began to crawl to her, and it was pretty impressive that he had even survived her attack.

‘How?’ Ember’s eyes were too exhausted to shake in fear, her body too tried to fully react to his advances toward her. ‘He’s totally beaten… He can barely move… the Chaos Emeralds… He must have used them to block some of the attack… but they’re drained too. How… How powerful is this guy?’

“I won.” She countered.

He fidgeted in his painful crawl towards her.

His face and belly were scraping against the floor, his knees skidded with fresh burns that only made the stone sting further against the cold, rough touch. The surface was like sandpaper on his blackened hide, but he kept moving, he kept crawling… his gloves ripped and his sunglasses blasted like a comic book page’s BAM. He kept coming. He wouldn’t back down.

“I’m not just gonna lie down and die! I’ll take you with me!” he raised a crazy eye and gripped her head.

She was powerless to stop him, she could barely move her body, let alone keep her eyes open.

“You… cheated.” She muttered again as he attempted to use her head to push him off the ground, but she didn’t have enough strain and just toppled with him.

“Dang it…” he finally let out what sounded like his own acceptance of his defeat. “You and I… we’re too alike.” He just managed a smirk. “You and I… we’re bad to the bone.”

“No…” Ember breathed out and managed to look him in the eye.

“I’m nothing like you.”

Then…

“Scourge!”

Scourge stopped in his pursuit, still gripping Ember’s head. She was so close to fainting that she couldn’t move out of his grasp.

He turned to the sound and noticed his gang tied up and on their knees, looking ticked at three figures who walked into the shadows of the room.

Scourge quickly removed his hand and grabbed Ember by her neck, forcing himself up while pulling her with him.

He wobbled to his feet, clearly annoyed and struggling to find a joke in the situation. “So much interference… Can’t a man feed his ambitions first?” he licks his lips. “What is this, the Calvary?”

The figures halted.

“Heh. Might as well make a lasting impression, hmm? Fire girl’s mine! You’re too late to save anyone!” He was fibbing. It was all a fake show to mask the fact that he knew he was beat. He couldn’t do anything and neither could Ember now. His strength to rise to his legs was nothing but a mortal attempt to look like a god. He was really just a rag-doll with his stitches coming undone, the fluff of powerlessness inches from snapping out of him and spreading like dandelion fuzz around the air.

For a last kick, a final punch, icing on the cake of trying to reclaim an authoritative stance, he leaned in to kiss her…

“I… won’t… lose…” his façade was failing him, he was about to collapse. He pushed his thumb up to get her chin to rise…

A moment away from some petty form of victory… not willing to admit defeat…

But a noble drumstick hit the side of his cranium.

His eyes blinked, dazed and confused.

One figure stuck a hand out into the light where Ember and Scourge had made the ceiling fall apart, but some of it dared to stay intact.

One pointer finger rose up and wagged itself in broad daylight. “No, no, no… that’s no way to treat a lady, dude.”

Scourge squinted his eyes as Ember slowly began to go limp in his hold.

She was too exhausted to try and look and see who it is, but ever ounce of her felt it knew that voice. Like a steady drum beat… like a rhythmic pound within the sound of the man’s voice.

“And you are?”

“When Ember’s letters started turning sour, I figured something wasn’t right.”

That voice… She knew that voice…

“Sonia said they were forged when we compared handwriting with previous other letters she had written me.”

It couldn’t be… but Ember’s eyes struggled to force themselves open just a little longer…

Hoping for a glance of him…

Of…

“I went to Sonic for some answers. Turns out Shadow was looking for her too and well,” he shrugged, but his voice was immediately recognizable to Ember.

 “M-…Man...ic?”

 “Well, now we’re saving my luscious lady from your filthy little hands!” Manic, Sonic, and Shadow both stepped out of the shadows, revealing their forms as Shadow narrowed his eyes, a deep glare upon his broad brow as he noticed the state Ember was in. Sonic was also acting a bit more serious than Ember had ever seen him look before, but that soon changed to a proud smile when he noticed Scourge was thoroughly beat-up by her before they had even gotten there.

“L…Luscious?” she could barely get any air to escape her throat and respond to him, but he seemed to be proceeding with caution, noticing her frail state. Still, it made her want to chuckle, bringing a corner of her lips up to a smile at hearing his ridiculously outdated talk start-up again. It wasn’t nearly as annoying as Scourge calling her ‘spark’ or ‘baby’. She’d rather hear Manic say it than him.

“It means you’re rocking!” Manic drummed the air, hearing her faintly whispered reply to his shenanigans. “But in a- ‘pretty and wonderful personality’ kinda way.”

“This is annoying.” Scourge lowered his eyelids, tilting and trying to regain his lost balance again. It was clear he wasn’t ready for a round 16… as he had previously already taken Ember on a good number of times.

“This is the bozo I have to rival with?” he looked comically to Ember, as if not understanding her taste. He pulled on her hair again to get her to look up at him, and through the pain, she laughed a moment.

“He’s the right… shade of green.”

Scourge showed his fangs on that comment, not liking it one bit.

“I can still take him.” Ember protested, but weakly pawed her claws at him. This only made the scene funnier and more desperate.

“Right. Don’t mean to steal your thunder, babe, but let me and my bros handle this.” Manic turned back to the Anti-Gang as Sonic and Shadow leaped forward.

Scourge’s eyes widened, not ready for this new encounter at all.

With that last comment, Shadow darted up and launched a Chaos Spear, which forced Scourge to jump back. He released Ember, leaving her to drop like dead-weight on the ground, flopping a bit and not even trying to stop the fall… even just a little bit.

She wouldn’t call out for help though, she just tried to keep breathing and keep her eyes from fully shutting. She wanted to see this. Shadow kick some butt, Sonic do his thing, and Manic… she just wanted to stare at him as long as she possibly could.

It was good to see him again. So, he didn’t hate her? All those sent letters never reached him? What awful things was Scourge writing to him, under her name?

Scourge was injured and woozy, so when Shadow’s feet hit the ground, he was still unsteady.

Shadow dealt a number of powerful blows, causing more noticeable blood to spit out from Scourge’s mouth, revealing the internal injuries were getting just as bad as his outer appearance…

The Chaos Emeralds were flung from his being— Pik, pik, pik!

They bounced against the ground, tumbling, and finally rolling through a half-demolished wall’s jagged holes where stones had been hit out of place.

Sonic watched the emeralds scatter and raced along the still remaining walls, letting his hand skim their grainy exterior before rolling into a ball and ducking into the holes of the same wall after them.

“I’ve got Scourge, you get Ember!”

Sonic’s voice rang out as he sped through the barely hanging walls of the destroyed castle, revealing his super from as he blasted the remaining structure away. With that wall gone, the whole place started to shake and loosened stones began to fall around them.

The Anti-Gang looked up, realizing the whole place was about to go down.

Scourge’s super form immediately faded with a knee to the face as Sonic easily began to pummel him down while Shadow turned his attention back to Ember.

Right before she fainted, she felt Shadow quickly scoop her up. A tight, firm grasp upon her sides made her flinch a bit in pain, but his words made her happy in their weird way. “Stupid girl, what did I tell you about making enemies!?”

“Only twice a day?” she joked, and then her eyes rolled and she fell unconscious.

She only vaguely remembered voices. Shouting from Scourge, mostly. She did hear Manic and figured he must have been the one who rushed over, skidded to his knees, and felt her face…

But she could have imagined it…

The next morning, she admitted what she had done was reckless, and should have tried to escape instead of fight.

Manic had tended to her wounds with Rouge and other G.U.N officers, but Sonia was the one who helped create the portal to get her out of that mess.

She personally thanked her before Sonia had to return and govern her own kingdom that Sonic and Manic willingly gave off to her. Neither wanted to rule, but Sonia was a natural leader who was born for the role, quite literally.

Laying on the gurney, she slowly blinked her eyes to adjust to the light, having taken a long rest since then. Shadow, Sonic, and Manic had stayed at different times to check on her as she dozed off repeatedly back to her deep, recovery slumber. However, this time, they all seemed to be in the room.

She immediately opened the conversation, weakly and groggy at first, with a gentle explanation of her behavior for why she didn’t try to run but fought instead.

“I just wanted to see how far our little ‘game’ would go.” She withdrew herself back from Shadow’s glare as she rose from the gurney. “Who defeated him in the end… might I ask?”

In her heart, she still believed she succeeded. “Cause honestly,” she began, unable to keep it to herself. “He cheated.”

The men had different reactions to that. Sonic chuckled while Manic rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, and Shadow just grumbled something under his breath… probably a curse she was glad she didn’t hear. Maybe he was holding back..? Due to her condition?

Shadow turned to Sonic, who looked back at him and then over to Manic. They seemed to be thinking the same response…

“We all kinda chipped in.” Sonic stated, before Shadow shook his head and sighed.

“Far to modest… I completely obliterated him.” Shadow immediately bit back at Sonic’s rather ‘humble’ comment.

“What!?” humbleness went out the door as Sonic suddenly spun to confront Shadow’s claim, “We all fought him! And besides, I beat him up waaaaaay before you or Manic stepped in!”

“I believe you have failed to recall how I dealt with him swiftly first. You’re the one who called me off to get your own share of the action.” Shadow folded his arms, turning at an angle away from Sonic’s childish behavior. “Honestly, you’re no better than her at claiming all the glory…”

“You’re the one making a fuss!” Sonic pointed an accusing finger before looking over to Manic, “Well? Am I right? Or am I right!”

“I’m a peacemaker, yo. A pacifist at heart.” Manic drummed the side of the gurney, refusing to be apart of the contention. “But for you, I couldn’t help but summon my old drum set. Sent beats of righteous justice his way.” He winked to Ember, admitting that he did join a little bit in the fight, even if it was indirectly and through the power of his sick, twisted beats.

“You were ranged, but still effective.” Shadow still didn’t know how to address the fact that his so-called ‘Sister’ was writing a complete stranger. To him, anyway, he didn’t know anything about this ‘Manic’ fellow but trusted him after all he’d done to find and save Ember. “However, you have yet to explain your side of the story…” Shadow turned to Ember again, “How exactly do you two know each other?“

“It’s been a while since you’ve fought, Manic.” Sonic smirked, turning his attention away from Shadow’s stubborn crossed-arms, not willing to admit it as a team effort, but also avoiding his brother and his possible girlfriend from having to admit anything.

“I did most of the work, though…” Sonic muttered through the side of his mouth, pulling up a hand to side-mouth the statement towards Ember, grinning widely as he winked to her.

This only made Ember smile, seeing them all try to lighten the mood for her.

“You merely distracted him as I got Ember to safety and defeated him only after I had stepped in.”

“I had to let you have a few blows, you were acting like the angry big brother all the way there! And what? Are you trying to look ‘cool’ in front of your sister now or something?” Sonic teased, calling Shadow out with a hint of casual backstabbing.

He leaned towards Shadow, lowering his eyelids with a wicked sense of pleasure on his face, waiting to see Shadow’s reaction to his words.

“Why?” Shadow closed both his eyes, refusing to give Sonic what he wanted. “I have no need for that. She already looks up to me far more than she should.”

“Yeesh, what a double-edged sword.” Sonic sweat dropped a bit, flinching back at how arrogant Shadow could be when provoked.

But… Ember noticed that he didn’t protest Sonic’s words too severely… It made her heart lighter than air… hearing him accept her being called his little sister without too much of a complaint.

“We searched a few realms before finding the right one. Sorry for being a tad late—not so fashionably—But it was far out and about, man.” Manic twirled his drumsticks into a holster and walked over to Ember, subtly reminding the other men in the room that it was about Ember, not them.

He leaned on her bedside, “Just glad you’re alright.”

His smile melted her worries away, and she tilted her head towards him, wishing to be closer to that positive aura his smile gave off. She tilted her chin down with a faint blush…

Then something crossed her mind, just as quick as her blush disappeared.

“T-those letters, though… the fake ones. W-wha-what did they say?” Worriedly, Ember’s face turned sorrowfully up to him with regret. “If I had known…”

“Don’t worry about it.” He flicked a finger under her chin, tapping it playfully but remaining at a distance. Especially with Shadow around… she took a quick glance at him before pulling a bit away from Manic, respecting that he was just as nervous with being affectionate around her with Shadow in the room as she was towards him. “I’m just glad we were able to nab that bad dude. He should be in prison now, right?”

“Him and his goonies.” Sonic nodded as Shadow took a few more turns looking back and forth between Manic and Ember.

‘Just what the heck are you two, anyway!?’ was the expression on his face, leaving Ember to awkwardly look away and wag her tail as Manic scratched behind his head and nervously laugh the constant double-glances Shadow gave him away.

----

Far away, and in a dusty jail cell, Scourge and his team were separated.

He was thrown into quarantine with a ripped-up jacket that freed his arms from their insanity hold around his waist, gripping the bars. “I vow to never rest till Ember’s blood is burning on my hands, or at least something of hers..! I will have my REVENGE!”

“Keep it down over there!”,

“Ahhh, shut up!”,

“Is that..? Ah, man. Why’s he back with us?”

The other inmates could hear his ranting cries clear across the courtyard, where Fiona and the gang pop some bubble gum. She stuck it to a nail file and threw it up over the wall. Quickly moving through the bars of his small, rectangular window, it flipped a few times before descending and clinging its gummy, pink, and spit covered substance against the wall.

It stuck to the inside of his cell, slowly being pulled down by the weight of the nail file and stretched towards him. Finally, with Scourge leaning up against the wall, grinding his teeth together in frustration, he heard it tink just above him.

He stopped scowling and looked up, seeing the metal gleam in his eyes, his sunglasses upon his head also reflecting their bright, silver exterior.

“First freedom.” he smiled with evil glee.

“And then, that day… will come soon.”

Laughter echoed the walls of the isolation unit.

End.

[avanalae]

Book Recs Replies

@thepig01009​

Literature

???

@mkmonster 

Demonica by Megan Derr has a small pre-relationship thing going between two male asexual characters if that is alright. They don't kiss or hug and both state they are uninterested in sex. But other then that it's about two mercenaries sent by the queen to retrieve her son who uses magic. The MC is also disabled and had prosthetic limbs and I think also one prosthetic eye from a dragon attack. Think FMA prosthetics though not real life ones.

Ooooooooooooo! I’m cool with it, from what you’ve described. I’m liking the premise and the whole disabled protag thing. I read the goodreads summary and was like “NO BBY! :(” And it’s one book, so I could easily add it to my list!

@storiesintheashes​

The warrior’s apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold is a good place to start in the Vorkosigan saga. It’s a sci fi series though each book is often a different genre (e.g. mystery, adventure, regency romance). Some books have romance but most do not

Sci-Fiiiii! It does sound very sci-fi-y and interesting. I checked the wiki (didn’t look at the plot section!) and it has many accolades. But... 31 books? How much time do you think I have? XD

@varevare

Aroace main character and tons of female characters in ancillary justice/ancillary sword/ancillary mercy series, scifi tho. Also im trash for the star wars EU and they mostly have no romance

Dude, I looked it up and I’m interested. A soldier who used to be a warship’s AI? That sounds AWESOME. Also love the idea of a huge female cast. And aroace protag <3

@tortugaconcha

Old Rahn with Old books to recommend! I would recommend the Artemis Fowl Series if you liked the Harry Potter one, no focus on Romance and a lot of adventure (Another genius level teen with snark). Oooor if you want I would recommend the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice or Good Omens by Terry Pratchet and Neil Gaiman, my favorite book of all time

Ah! I’ve heard of the Artemis Fowl series. I’ve never met anyone who admitted to reading it, however, so I never knew much about it. When I looked it up the description called Artemis a “twelve-year-old criminal mastermind“ and my eyebrow rose with interest. Is he, like, a mix between Tim and Damian? xD

I’ve also heard terrible things about Anne Rice, so have not seen much of the the series. If you rec it tho, I might have to check it out. I’ll text u later and ask about it. And Good Omens has been on my to-read list before, if I remember correctly. I’ll put it back on!

@ginini

Shade of Magic by VE Schwab comes to mind. It’s a trilogy about four parallel Londons with different degrees of magic. It gets pretty dark sometimes but nothing darker than some of what you’ve written. There is a romance but it mainly takes a backseat it isn’t even talked about till the last book. One of the main characters is gender fluid and two are gay. Thirteenth Child by Patricia C Were is good too. There is no romance in those and it’s a [Me: WHAT? IT’S A WHAT?? D:]

“It gets pretty dark sometimes but nothing darker than some of what you’ve written.“ *cackles menacingly* >:D ily

Anywho, I think I remember you mentioning Shade of Magic before, way back when. I looked up the descriptions and it sounds pretty epic, especially the last one of the three.

And what- MAGIC IN THE WILD WEST???? OMG THAT SOUNDS SO FUN *slams hands on table* I LIKE!

[hurlumerlu]

Naruto, Lee, Gaara pls : D

Ohlala, I haven’t read or watchedNaruto in a long while so I’ve probably forgotten many things, but Iwill try my best.(And I’m probably not going to focus oneverything post the rescuing Gaara (as Kazekage) arc because that’sthe last arc I was truly emotionally invested in.)It got long, so I’m putting it under a cut :

Naruto :do I like him : Ilove him a lot ! he’s a sweetheart. Even in his first arcs, when wewere more or less the same age, he gave me strong « mustprotect » feelings.

5 good qualities : - his compassion- he’s good with children younger than him in a way that is always striving to give them more agency (if that makes sense)- despite the unrelenting torrents of shit he finds himself in he manages to stay a kind, bright and hopeful presence (and it’s not like it comes naturally… it’s a series of conscious choices) Hats off.- his frog wallet denotes impecable taste, I will not hear otherwise.- he’s very good at thinking on the fly and outside the box (I feel this quality is often overlooked)

3 bad qualities :- his hotheated-ness (though he arguably grows out of it)- he can be a bit of a people pleaser (understatment of the year ?)- his insecurities (though again, i suppose he grows out of that too)

favourite episode/etc : his fight against Neji. Shows off his determination, his distate for the idea that you can’t fight destiny and that people can’t change, his pretty keen understanding of individuals (although he’s angry at Neji he understands him) and his fast thinking. Plus it’s just an overall really good and tense fight.

Otp : I don’t have any. I don’t mind Hinata/Naruto, it’s very wholesome, and I understand the appeal of Naruto/Sasuke, it’s certainly epic, but I’m not deeply moved by either.

Brotp : Naruto/Sakura/Sasuke. I love them, and I think they’re good for eachother on a friendship level.

Ot3 : Nope sorry, I don’t have any.

Notp : Naruto/Sakura. It’s just not going to work ! In fact, I appreciate that Naruto rejecting Sakura’s false declaration of love is seen as growth on his part (although I don’t think that false declaration really made much sense).best quote : it’s been too long, I don’t remember any.

head canon : at this point I mostly see this story through a complicated set of AU-lenses so… anyway he never became Hokage nor married anyone and he spends most of his time alternating between week-long fishing trips with Sakura and Sasuke (sometimes some of their friends joins them) and visits to Gaara. The courting between Hinata and him is a delicate dance that may never go anywhere but they both like it that way.

Rock Lee :do I like him : yep ! It’s hard not to. I thinkKishimoto hit gold with the concept of this character.

5 good qualities :- his generosity- it’s more about his character than about him but I like that he loses most of his fights- related to that, it’s not really winning that maters to him, it’s self-improvement and defending others- i find his habit of giving himself little challenges that will bring good luck if he wins them extremely endearing.- nice ninjustsu/genjutsu you got there. Rock Lee is just going to punch you really fast and really hard.

3 bad qualities :- his hotheated-ness - I remember his courting of Sakura as pretty cringe-worthy- look I know this is a shonen manga and I can overlook a great many shonen tropes that bother me but the strain he put on his body in the name of self-improvement is absolutely horrifying.

favourite episode/etc : That said his fight agaisnt Gaara is a really great fight and the badassery quotient is off the roof. And yes I realize that expressing horror at Lee’s injuries and then saying « I love that fight ! » is a bit of a contradiction but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Otp : I know you ship Lee/Gaara, and I find that intriguing and interesting, but I don’t ship him with anyone.Brotp : the other members of Team Guy, of course ! And I love when Gaara and Lee team up.

Ot3 : Rock Lee/his left eyebrow/his right eyebrow. The perfect team.

Notp : Rock Lee/Sakura. Not as much as Naruto/Sakura but it was just awkward.

best quote : sorry I don’t remember anyyy

head canon : he actually thinks that Tenten is the strongest in their team and is constantly begging her to practice with him (she indulges him more often than not). They consider each other siblings.

Gaara :

do I like him : yes ! Mostly I want to wrapp him in a blanketand give him hot chocolate or whatever sand ninjas like to drink.

5 good qualities : (obviously most of those come post character growth)- his kindness - I remember him as being very pacifist and diplomatically minded��?- I treasure the fact that he his quite soft spoken as it’s not a trait commonly found in this manga’s male characters.- his whole chara-design is really pretty great.- he came a long way T-T

3 bad qualities : I only find him one, really, and he grew past it, but, I mean, he killed a lot of people in quite gruesome ways. That’s a thing that happened.

favourite episode/etc : when he saves Lee during the fight against Kimimaro ! And then they team up and it’s really great. I remember being so tense when reading that fight for the first time.

Otp : Idk, Gaara/sand ? But no, really, same answer than for Lee.

brotp : actual brotp with his older siblings. Also his friendship with Naruto. (and again, the teaming up with Lee)

ot3 : None ! I don’t feel like Naruto is great ot3 material.

Notp : I don’t think I have a notp… but I really ahve a hard time imagining Gaara in a romantic relationship.best quote : I still don’t remember any XD

head canon : he’s a bookworm. He will read absolutely anything, from romance novel to gardenning essays, and he will enjoy it. He will need glasses soon enough.

[amandajeanwrites]

This is not a drill.

Imagine waiting with baited breath, watching the digits of time click by on a glowing screen. The house is dark and quiet around you, only the sound of your dad’s snoring can be heard alongside the creaking of an old house settling for the night. You have to hold in your squeals of anticipation and delight, shoving your face into the lavender pillow sham. Consistently tabbing from one browser window to another, you’re managing all of your social media sites in excitement. An MSN Messenger alert flashes at the bottom of your screen, and you flick it open quickly to an onslaught of messages from fellow fans in capital letter screeching through your screen about how you have mere seconds left before the video drops. You respond with an adrenaline filled “IKR!? XD!” 

When you pull your internet browser back open and reload the page, it crashes from over activity, but when you reload for a second or third time, you’re greeted with the perfect little window of a new music video. Three young men are dressed in various suits, hair straightened and pulled forward into their eyes. One delighted shriek slips past your lips, and you leap from your bed, unable to watch the video from a seated position.

Now imagine that same you, ten years down the road, waking up to an iMessage from your lifelong best friend. It’s a screenshot of an Instagram, which she’s captioned “This is not a drill.” Instantly, the adrenaline comes rushing back. You’re 16 again, in your old bedroom, posters strewn across every square inch of visible dry wall. That’s the exact feeling I had this morning, February 28th, 2019, when the Jonas Brothers announced they were back.

The Jonas Brothers, a pop band of, you guessed it, brothers, made their debut and became famous in the early to mid-2000s. They had a handful of hit albums, two original movies, and a short series on the Disney Channel, as well as a handful of sold out World Tours. In 2013, after the release of their single, Pom Poms, the boys announced a break and decided to go their separate ways over “creative differences”. Nick, the youngest in the band, went on to produce a couple of successful solo pop albums. Joe formed the band, DNCE, also finding success in the pop music scene. Kevin, the eldest, started a real estate development business. They’d all gotten engaged or married, things were going great for the brothers.

Things were going well for me too, I’d moved on. I’m married, I have a dog. I’ve lived my life and grown into adulthood similarly to the rest of the JB fandom. Sure, I fell into a torrid love affair with One Direction (and then they abandoned me too), but I never gave up hope that one day those Jonas boys from New Jersey would reunite. I just never imagined it’d be so soon.

The Jonas Brothers announced their reunion this morning with a wealth of Instagram photos, boomerangs, and video clips regarding their latest single, Sucker. Among these was an announcement that they’ll be musical guest starring on The Late Late Show with James Corden on CBS, this coming Monday-Friday. (Harry Styles and Shawn Mendes were among other heartthrobs who received this preferential treatment on Corden’s show for their own album releases.) Later this afternoon, they teased with the link to a live stream video on their YouTube channel which streamed the image of a castle until the release time of 12AM EST.

On the West Coast, as 9PM rolled around, after a day of singing some old JoBro hits like Hello Beautiful and Much Better, I loaded the livestream, watching the thousands roll in to watch the video with me. I texted the link to my best friend and sucked in a breath of anticipation. I called to my husband from the bedroom, he told me he’d watch it later. Suddenly, at the seconds rolled, 70 thousand people on the chat, I felt like a high schooler again.

That familiar giggle bubbled in my throat, the excited shriek of a girl beyond words. My fingers tapped against the glass of my phone, rattling out excited messages to my closest loved ones, anticipating their reactions. It’s the suspense that really gets you. It’s the feeling at bedtime on Christmas Eve, where you can’t close your eyes, but you know the moment you wake up, Santa will have brought you everything your little heart desired. The seconds ticked away, I brought the video up to full screen, and there they were.

The song itself, their new single, Sucker, is a downright JAM. The song opens with an easy to follow funk beat, all bass guitar and clackers, and Nick’s sweet-sweet falsetto croon. My adolescence was made of this stuff. Joe comes in with the bridge with bouncy consonants: 

“I’ve been dancing on top of cars

And stumbling out of bars

I’ll follow you through the dark”

The two brothers harmonize beautifully until the drop before the hook. This song, about being head-over-heels and madly in love (“a sucker for you”) is impossible to not bob along to. The beat is reminiscent of Pharrell’s Happy, a chipper little clap-clap-snap. The chord progression is distinctly pop, but in a great way. The combination of Nick and Joe’s vocals bring me back to other JoBro’s hits like Pom Poms or Burnin’ Up, but in a way that’s fresh and relevant and entertaining. There’s even a whistle interlude before the last bridge, and who can really resist a good whistle?

As a lifelong Jonas Brother fangirl, I’m pleased to hear their music has grown with them and their fandom. They’ve clearly taken ideas from their individual solo work and applied it to the group dynamic, and it works. The song is fresh without feeling outlandish or unfamiliar, and I can see it driving me insane from overplay in a few days. I can only imagine how radio listeners will feel.

Upon first listen, I bobbed along excitedly, but I almost couldn’t focus on the new single whilst watching the incredibly indulgent and stunningly fever dream of a music video. Opening on a castle overflowing with multicolored balloons (aka my dream home), the video takes you through an Moulin Rogue meets Marie Antoinette journey of epic proportions. The boys, all clad in impeccable velvet and sequin attire, are performing in a dimly lit room with checker print floors. Their audience is their three stunning wives, also wearing incredibly outlandish outfits, sunbathing beside a gaggle of rabbits. I can’t make this up, but I wish I had. 

The video takes you through various Alice in Wonderland-esque scenarios of the large Jonas family indulging in fencing matches, a lavish feast, and garden baths. All the while, they’re sipping cocktails, sucking on sweets (get it? I’m a sucker for you.), and doing the tango in incredible over-the-top wardrobes. 

Although Nick, Joe, and Kevin were my initial draw to the video (and the band, let’s get real), their S.O.s definitely stole the show. Priyanka pulled gaze in every shot, and Danielle looked to-die-for while walking those corgis. Honestly though, Sophie Turner, in all of her glory, made this the best music video the Jonas Brothers have ever shot. Consistently pulling diva faces or lip syncing to the best lyrics, Sophie killed it. Every little cock of her eyebrow or lick of her lips had me cackling. At the end of the video, there is a rather racy predicament in which the women are sensually teasing their men, and Joe is found tied up precariously while Sophie watches on from a throne. It’s incredible. 

At the end of the video, I was a bubbling bundle of excitement and pride. The Jonas Brothers have really brought it this time around, and they don’t intend to disappoint. I intend to be right here, the glow of my laptop illuminating my face, trying to stay quiet while my husband snores in the background. Occasionally, I’ll let out a fangirlish shriek, ready for what other surprises the Jonas Brothers have up their sleeves. 

[raptor-moon]

I, J (Slow Down the Sun), S, T

Gonna answer slightly out of order!

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Ummmm.... not really. There are unpopular things that I enjoy, but I don’t feel “guilty” about enjoying them! I love puns, and when characters are more clever than me. I love sticky-sweet romance and schmoop. I love the epic adventure where the stakes are high and the characters still come out victorious (I also love it when they don’t!). I like the slippery slope, and redemption arcs. And the angst. Bring it on. XD

 S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Hmmmm! I’m pretty sure I’ve answered this at some point months ago, so I’ll just give my two favorites: “Friends to Lovers” and “Unrepentant Bad Guy.”

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

Fridging and Coffee Shop AUs. (I know, I know, I’m sorry! So many people have fun with that second one but they’re just so hard for me!)

And finally, back around to: J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

>:D You asked for it!

The afterlife was nothing like what Maui had expected. Bright, saturated colors; defined, sharp lines; an excess of shadows that didn’t actually darken anything. It was strange. It was new. He quickly decided that he liked it.

“I can’t believe you tricked me into this.”

Maui glanced over at his companion, a sly smile gracing his lips. He waggled his eyebrows. “Trickster, remember? That’s what I do best.”

“Ugh! It was not my time. It was never gonna be my time. I’m going to think up some way of getting back at you for this.” The grumbling served only to make Maui laugh.

“What are ya gonna do? Kill me?” He grinned. “Too late, pig. Catch ya later.” And, with no further thought to the stewing demigod behind him, Maui set off.

A bit belatedly, he noticed that there were people around. Spirits. Souls of the dead. He could only really see them if he looked directly at them, but when he did, they were as clear and solid as himself. This might make it harder, he thought, if he couldn’t just scan around-

Then she was there.

“Moana?!” Maui stumbled back, surprised.

She smiled at him, that warm, eager grin stretched across her face. She was clear as day, solid as a rock, but it was as though several different versions of her were layered over each other. Maui could see the teenager she was when they’d met, the grown chief and mother she had matured into, and the thin, frail thing she had become when sickness took her. Maui was stunned, for only a moment, before colliding grief and joy crashed over him. He stepped forward, and swept her up into a hug. A sob escaped him as tears streamed down his face.

Moana returned the embrace, laughing. She had no grief for his being there, only joy to see him again.

“You’re here sooner than I expected,” she finally spoke.

Maui laughed, though it came out waterlogged. “You actually expected me?”

She pulled back, raised an eyebrow at him. “I know you, Maui.” She really did, didn’t she? “And I know why it is you came here.”

Maui raised his own eyebrow back at her, still holding her in his arms. “Oh? Do you now?”

“I saw him just the other day.”

And just like that, his heart was in his throat again.

Another figure came up beside them: Moana’s own daughter, and Maui saw her as a child, an old woman, and so many stages in between. It was memories, he realized. He saw people as he remembered them. Moana stepped back from the demigod, and took her daughter’s hand. “We’ll catch up later, Maui. He’s waiting for you.” She pointed out. “Head east. You’ll find him.”

A brief “see you later,” and Maui set out again. There were people everywhere, when he tried to see them. More people than he could possibly remember on his own; there must be more to the Realm of the Dead than he had first thought. And not only people: there were monsters there, too. Some he recognized. Many that he did not. And, even, a small few who seemed to recognize him. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it, because, well, there he was. As promised.

Tamatoa.

The giant crab’s antennae twitched, and he turned to face Maui. As he watched, Tamatoa’s face flickered through a great many emotions and expressions: surprise, disbelief, reluctance, anger, exasperation.

“Maui,” he greeted. “Didn’t expect to see you down here.”

Maui forced himself to speak through the tightness of his throat. “What? You didn’t think I’d come find you?” He tried to keep his tone light, but he could tell that Tamatoa could see right through that lie.

“I don’t need a keeper anymore, man. I’m dead.” Likewise, Tamatoa tried to be gruff, dismissive, but Maui heard warmth and relief behind those words.

Maui laughed, and stepped forward to pat Tamatoa on the leg. “No,” he said, with a new and growing feeling of lightness blossoming in his heart. “But how about a friend?”

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived Ch.8

Aaaand thsi weekend’s final post, where I (attempt to) play Ron and Hermione and @bixgirl1​ continues to portray the randy prat with perfection; although in this chapter ‘randy’ seems like an understatement of epic proportions.because… well, you’ll see. xD For those of you who’ve only just stumbled upon this, welcome, we hope you’ll stay, and if you like, please go catch up with the previous few chapters, all of which you can find under the tag #virgin draco on @bixgirl1​‘s or my blog! ❤️

We’ll hopefully share another teaser for next weekend’s first post in a couple of days, and fuck but we cannot wait for you guys to read the next chapter omgggg!

Chapter 8: In Which Ron Questions His Friendship With the Randy Prat and Hermione Is Done With the Both of Them

Harry, fiddling with his fork over dinner: *talking a little fast, vaguely nervous*–So then Weatherby tried to say that the potion wasn’t illegal because he’d somehow obtained the mermaid scales legally– which, I mean you know mermaids, they’re never going to agree to that, not that it would matter with such a regulated substance–

Hermione, smoothly interrupting: And then he was let off with a fine, yes Ron told me. Now, tell us how things with Malfoy are? *sips wine while looking over the rim with bright eyes*

Harry, dropping his fork with a clatter and twitching: Fine. Things are good. Fine. You know. He’s having dinner with his mother tonight, so… They’re good. Yeah.

Ron, snorting: Yeah, I’ll bet they’re ‘good’. *leers* The ferret wearing you out, then?

Harry, flushing: Er, well… *shifts uncomfortably* Not– That is, Draco’s, uh… He’s… Sort of– uhm.

Ron, obnoxiously: Insatiable? Permanently randy? Can’t keep it in his pants ever?

Harry: *blurts it* A virgin. Like, a real virgin. An I-barely-know-what-sex-is-other-than-it’s-how-people-procreate virgin. *talking faster* A virgin who makes up his own weird names for things he doesn’t understand. A virgin who is– is shy and- and, innocent and blushes when he catches me looking at his arse! *miserably* It’s never been out of his pants, Ron.

Ron, mouth hanging wide open, bits of half-chewed roasted potatoes visible inside: *weird gurgling sound*

Hermione, lips pressed tightly together: …Well, I– that’s– not what one would imagine of Draco Malfoy…

Ron, wild screeching: Are you having us on?!

Harry, dejected: No! I never would have guessed either; I mean you know what he was like in school, so cocky, such an egotistical little shit, and Parkinson, I mean, she’s his best friend and you know how we’d see them out together at the Leaky after the war and she’d go home with a different bloke half the time? I just figured– I mean, even if he was just a– I figured he would know about stuff.

Ron: *stares suspiciously at Harry through narrowed eyes*

Hermione, taking a slow sip of wine: *licking her lips thoughtfully* Well, now that you mention it, Harry… It’s not that unusual, is it? *wilts back a little as they both turn to gape incredulously at her* I– I mean, he’s a Pureblood, isn’t he? *speaking as if that explains everything*

Harry, gazing dumbly at her: I think he’s mentioned the Pureblood thing once or twice, yeah. And?

Hermione, looking from one to the other as though bewildered by the need for further explanation: … Well, certain Purebloods are traditionally raised in incredibly conservative households; they often have a particularly archaic mindset when it comes to sex.

Harry: Archaic? Ron’s a pureblood, right? But he knew what kissing was called way before he’d ever done it!

Ron, cackling smugly: Yeah, I did. And when I finally did, it wasn’t so pure, was it? *nudges Hermione with his elbow, waggling eyebrows at her*

Hermione, dryly: I’m not sure. You had plenty of practice with Lavender first.

Harry, sputtering futilely: But–but Parkinson! Ron! They know what goes where, Hermione!

Ron, bursting out: And Malfoy doesn’t? *yelps when Hermione smacks him* No, I mean, he genuinely doesn’t know how things work? I mean– *ears turning pink* I mean, I know things are slightly different with two blokes, but…the same mechanics basically…

Harry, waving his hands in agitation: I know he knows the mechanics of– *quickly glancing at Hermione* of the male body, but….*helplessly* I really don’t think so, no. I mean… *softer* His first kiss was a couple of months ago, and– it was with me. *doesn’t seem aware of the smile that flickers around his mouth; looks up* And I’m not really sure what to do. Hes– he’s strange in a way I never would have guessed, you know? But I– I like him, like I said. And things are good, except for him not knowing– for me not knowing… *trails off, staring at the table*

Hermione, softly: It’s actually rather sweet that his first kiss was with–

Ron, exploding: Sweet? The bloke’s nearly twenty-six, Hermione, and he’s only just had his first kiss! *turning to Harry* So how far have you gone…you know, beyond the snogging?

Hermione, scandalised: Ron!

Ron: *waves an impatient hand in her direction*

Harry, swallowing hard, glancing at Hermione again: Just the snogging. A bit of– a bit of groping, he lets me– *clears his throat, blushing* Which is all fine, really. *looking at Hermione’s thoughtful expression and squaring his shoulders* I mean know how big a step just that is for him, and it’s bloody fantastic, if you care to hear the truth. Picked up kissing like a niffler finding gold. So, yeah. We do that a lot, and it’s great. Everything is great. Thanks. Think I just needed to get that off my chest, about him not knowing a lot. I feel better now. *smiles; takes sip of wine with a slightly shaky hand*

Hermione, smiling warmly at him: It’s really heartwarming to see you being so gentle and patient with him, Harry. I mean, despite your shared past with him… I’m really happy for you. *pats his hand clumsily* Right… Trifle, you two? *carefully Levitates their plates into the kitchen before following*

Ron, watching Harry impassively except for the smile looming threateningly at the corners of his lips: *glances around to check Hermione’s safely inside the kitchen* So… *casually swirls wine around in his glass* How’s it really going, mate?

Harry, leaning forward: *speaking in sharp, fast whispers* *eyes slightly wild* I need a charm.

Ron, on the verge of a laugh: Er… *leans forward too* What kind of charm?

Harry, whispering faster: A charm. A spell. A-a bloody potion! Anything. You’ve got to know of something, something wizarding that doesn’t get talked about. For sexual frustration. *breathing fast, staring intensely into Ron’s eyes* *seriously*I think I might die.

Ron, shoulders shaking with mirth: Sexual frustration, eh? *suddenly heaves loudly, quickly buries his face in his napkin to muffle his helpless laughter*

Harry: *low growl* Do not laugh at me, Ron. My balls are so blue I think they’re going to fall off. You don’t know. You don’t know what it’s like. *staring at Ron, pained arousal etched across his face* He comes over, every Friday and Saturday he comes over, and he sits in my bloody lap. For hours. For hours he sits in my lap and rubs against me and we snog the hell out of each other and I grope his perfect arse and I’m dying, mate, I’m really dying. It’s so perfect, he looks skinny but he’s really not, he’s just–his arse is round and he wiggles on top of me and I almost come in my pants, I’m wanking four times a day–

Ron, now looking slightly nauseated: Look, mate, I commiserate and everything but, Merlin… Feel free to leave out the details, I mean I genuinely don’t want to kn–

Harry, waving a sharp hand at him: *shakily* No, no, no, no you don’t get it, I really need something, I need something now. He lets me squeeze his arse, Ron, he lets me fill my hands with it, and massage it, and I can feel his cock against me, he–did you not hear how he wiggles? He does, he ruts into me like he knows what he’s doing only he doesn’t and I need something before I die. I might die. His cock–he’s so responsive to everything–to everything, Ron, I kiss him on the neck and he’s hard before my mouth has opened, sometimes he just climbs into my lap that way, and then I touch his arse, he lets me run my hands over the crevice, Ron, I need to have sex with him or get a potion or I’m going to die. You need to get me something, don’t you get it? *vibrating with tension* He–that’s not even the worst– you don’t even know the worst–

Ron, wildly uncomfortable: Harry, fucking hell– *shifts in his seat, looking around as if waiting for someone to rescue him* I– I get it, man, just– just stop, I don’t really want to know the wor-

Harry, quiet and murderous: *grinds his teeth* I listened to you through all of eighth year as you ranted about Hermione– about what it was like to touch her tits when she finally let you, you called them fucking pillowy marshmallows, Ron–

Ron, glaring as he looks around wildly to check if Hermione’s back: Would you shut up about that?! What the fuck is wro–?!

Harry, talking over him and narrowing his eyes: And you said her nipples looked like Muggle bubble-gum, and you used to rant about how she wouldn’t let you taste them to see if they tasted like Muggle bubblegum– they don’t feel like marshmallows, though, Harry, you said, not when she lets me fiddle when them a bit; I remember that part distinctly because that’s the exact moment I admitted to myself that I was gay, I really had no choice–and don’t even get me started on the things you described when she let you slide a hand into her knickers–

Ron, purple in the face: *angry hissing* Shutup, shutup, shutUP! *breathes heavily while tilting back dangerously in his chair to peer into the kitchen* What do you want?

Harry, jaw tight: *gives clipped nod* So we understand each other. *takes deep breath and continues rant* And the worst of it–the worst, Ron, it’s horrible, it’s fantastic and it’s the worst fucking thing I’ve ever lived through and I survived Voldemort, seriously– I would kill that noseless bastard a dozen more times to not have to keep enduring this–

Ron, weakly: What, what’s the worst part? I already regret asking but what the fuck is it that you won’t just shut–

Harry, with another grim nod at Ron’s defeat: I told him it’s okay, it’s all okay–to be honest with each other, we shouldn’t hide stuff, you know? Pull him out of his shell a bit, so he’s not so fucking embarrassed, because I know he wants me–I mentioned his cock, yeah? It’s so hard all the time, and I haven’t seen it, but it rubs against me every bloody weekend, I think it’s probably spectacular and I need to see it, Ron, I need to, feels nice and thick– *shakes head frantically* So I told him we should be honest about a month ago, we were snogging, and he got–he got excited, he wants me, do you get it– do you get it, Ron? But he doesn’t know how to want me, or what to do about it, rushed off to the loo and wanked and was so embarrassed and really I was turned on, so I did too, to show him it was okay, and now– and now–

Ron, on the verge of passing out from the surge of too much information: *croaks* And now what?

Harry, whispering so fast he’s tripping over his words: *shoulders high and tight; whole body shaking subtly* He wanks, Ron. At my house. Because I said it was okay. When he gets too excited, when he gets too close from the snogging, he goes into my loo and he wanks and sometimes–sometimes I hear him groan my name - you know my house and its walls - and then– *starts rocking back and forth slightly* Then– then– then because I told him to be honest, to not be ashamed of wanting me, he comes out and he’s started to–to tell me what he’s thinking about, what he thinks about me, my hair or my hands touching him, or my hands groping his perfect, round little bottom while he’s on my lap, he blushes–Draco Malfoy blushes–and bites his lip that’s all swollen from kissing me and then waits for me to go do it too so we can snog for another two hours before he leaves and I need a fucking potion. If you’re any kind of friend, you’ll find me a potion, your dad knows stuff, George maybe– George would know or Bill, somebody in your family; fuck, ask your mum, I don’t care at this point–I need something, please help me. *breaks off, gasping*

Ron, staring horrified into his wine, most likely wishing he’d chosen to sit with someone else when he was eleven: I– yeah, that sounds– Mate, I don’t even know what to say, I love you and everything but fuck, you can’t seriously expect me to–.

Hermione, suddenly appearing at the table, speaking tightly: So he’s finally comfortable with you and all you can think of doing is pushing him for something he’s probably not ready for? *glares at both of them in turn*

Harry, jaw dropping open: *shocked* No, Hermione, fuck!  I need the potion to help settle down, I’m–I’m dying because I’m not pressuring him, I need something so I don’t do something stupid and scare him away, Jesus! *mortified* How long have you been listening?! How could you think I’d–

Hermione, crossing her arms with a frown: Oh, long enough. *glares at Ron* We’re going to have words later, husband of mine. *turns to Harry* Now, I didn’t catch most of your furiously whispered rant, so tell me - what is it that you need a charm or a potion for?

Harry, cringing: *bursts out* My bloody cock is on fire, Hermione! I’ve wanked myself raw in the last few months,and in the last month it’s gotten worse, my balls hurt all the time, is that what you need to know?! I need the bloody potion to stop me from yanking down Malfoy’s trousers and just putting it to him before he’s ready so he doesn’t get scared and break up with me because all I want to do, when I’m on a case, or at the cinema, or fucking hell, eating dinner with you two, is touch him, his body is so perfect–did you eavesdrop on that part, Hermione?  On how his cock is driving me so crazy I think I’m losing my mind?  It’s thick, I can tell that much, and I don’t know how he’s so bloody hard all the time and it doesn’t seem to bother him, and he wanks and Jesus, I need the potion so I don’t die or do something I fucking regret! *breathing fast, glaring at her in embarrassed fury*

Ron, groaning into his hands: If it wasn’t already horrifying the first time, I had to listen to all that for a secon–

Hermione, slightly flustered and impatiently shushing Ron: I’d have thought the solution to this is rather obvious, Harry. *waits for him to miraculously come up with the answer* Well…? *sighs impatiently*

Harry: *sullen* I’m not going to live a life of celibacy– nor castrate myself.

Hermione, deadpan: Yes, because those are the only options. For heaven’s sake, Harry, I was referring to a standard Numbing Potion.

Harry, glare faltering: *mumbling* Why the fuck didn’t I come to Hermione first about this?  

Ron, vehemently: Yes, why didn’t you?! Merlin, Harry, I’m scarred for life!

Harry, sighing: *rubs his face* Standard Numbing Potion?

Hermione, matter-of-factly: They’re available over the counter and take about three minutes to take effect. All you have to do is– *turns pink but continues* –apply a few minutes before you start…being amorous and you’re good for the next three to four hours. *rubs forehead wearily*

Harry: *grimacing and flushing* *mutters* I haven’t had any problem keeping it up for three to four hours, ‘Mione. If anything, it never goes down.  I don’t need longevity, here.

Hermione, shutting her eyes for a second: Nobody is questioning your– stamina, Harry. *shakes her head*

Harry, uncertainly: Can you please explain it like you would to someone who hasn’t had full blood flow to their brain for two months?

Hermione, with a tiny, reluctant grin: It’ll just tamp down most of the discomfort for the duration of your activities, until you can– bring yourself some relief.

Harry, biting lip and studiously not looking at her: So then, uh, some of the–activities we engage in wouldn’t be so–so difficult to, er, uhm.  I’d be able to kiss him without wanting to– or uh, getting overwhelmed?  …And there are no harmful side effects? *grumbles* If that’s true, I’ll order a vat of the stuff; I’ll be using it every day for the rest of my life…

Ron, through grit teeth: Whatever it takes to make sure I never have to listen to you whinge about Malfoy’s perfectly round little bott– *slaps a hand over his mouth, looking mortified with himself*

Harry, scowling, swings his eyes up to Hermione: *casually* Hey, did I ever tell you about how Ron used to talk about you after you started dating?  I gather you might’ve heard a bit from the kitchen, but there was this really interesting time after he’d had dinner at your parents house when–

Ron, eyes popping: *shrill wheezing* What are you doing?!

Hermione, curiously looking between them: Wh–?

Harry, snapping: I was a bloody good friend to you that year, Ron.  I’ll tell you about the way Malfoy’s arse tastes if I’m ever allowed to find out, and you’ll listen with a smile on your face!

Ron, shaking his head wildly: N-no. NO! *beseechingly* ‘Mione? Say something!

Hermione, eyes dangerously narrowed: …You told Harry about the time at my parents’?

Harry, grinning widely, flashing all of his teeth: *slow nod, eyes locked with Ron’s*  He did, indeed.  I wonder how many details I could remember, if I let myself think about it… Ron?  How much do I remember?

Ron, face redder than his hair: Nothing, you remember nothing! *wilts a little under Hermione’s glare* …I’m always here when you want to talk, mate, you know that. *lame laughter*

Harry, with a sniff: Hermione?  No side effects, that stuff?  I really am probably going to be using it every day or something; Malfoy seems–he doesn’t seem to understand the effect he’s having, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to freak him out by pushing him on something.  He wants to– *shoulders tensing again* He wants to ride my lap for three hours with a wank in between? He can, until he’s comfortable enough to let me know he wants more.

Hermione, thoughtfully chewing on the corner of her lip: You know, Harry… Maybe - and I have absolutely no way of being sure about this - maybe, Malfoy is ready for more… you know?

Harry, huffing out a shaky laugh: He never tries to touch me other than gripping handfuls of my hair, really, or rocking on top of me.  He–sort of– lets me touch him, but that’s only because I asked and at first he said it was only okay for me to go at his arse with one finger. *shoots an I-told-you-so expression at their faces*

Hermione, ignoring Ron’s squeak: The hair grabbing - I don’t know, it sounds like he has a thing for your hair. The rocking– *slightly pink* –is instinctive. He lets you touch his– him, because you probably asked if you could. Perhaps he’s waiting for you to ask…about doing some other stuff? Maybe he’s ready for more and doesn’t know how to ask for it, and maybe he doesn’t touch you because, from the sound of things, he genuinely doesn’t know to to.

Harry, plaintive: But he comes out of the loo and–and tells me what he was thinking about in there.  If he didn’t know how, then he wouldn’t be able to–

Hermione, one eyebrow sliding up her brow: Have you told him it’s alright to voice out the things he finds arousing? Tell you about them in detail? Because he may just be following instructions like any novice would.

Harry, struck: *slowly* He– he sometimes reaches for my hands and– *cheeks darkening* –and puts them on him before I can. And he’s the one who starts snogging me rather than vice versa,more often than not.

Ron, mumbling miserably with his cheek pressed to the table: Because all you’ve done so far is snog the bloke and grope his bum and he’s already familiar with both activities and that’s probably his way of demonstrating consent. *lifts face and stares blearily, as if questioning his own sanity* The virgin sounds eager as fuck, Harry, so just fucking grope something else of his already. *thumps forehead onto the table* Merlin.

Harry, looking at him thoughtfully: But he’ll run for the hills if I ask him straight out. He thinks it’s inappropriate to talk about stuff like that–I keep having to tell him it’s not.

Hermione, Summoning the trifle, rolling her eyes: You need to start being more observant, Harry. *starts serving out three helpings* Watch out for signs– body language, what he’s hinting at without being aware of himself. He’s– *cusses under her breath* –he’s not bound to know what he wants himself– *suddenly looks up* I’ve got to say, Harry, part of me still can’t believe he’s as clueless as you’re describing him to be.

Ron, snidely: Yeah, you, me, and probably anyone else who finds out about this.

Harry, glancing at him sharply: No one is going to find out though, Ron, right?  Because you wouldn’t talk about my boyfriend in any manner other than complimentary to someone else, despite our history with him. Right?

Ron, hastily: Mate, of course. Merlin, that goes without saying. You seem bonkers about him and I definitely don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of your mental outbursts.

Harry, sheepish: *relaxes* Sorry. I mean, I don’t appreciate the term ‘mental outbursts’ but… Yeah. I’m sort of bonkers about him.

Ron, flatly: They’re mental. You’re mental when you lose your temper. It’s fascinating to watch when it’s directed at someone else.

Hermione, sighing: Ron.

Harry, flapping a hand and tucking into dessert: Whatever, just– I don’t want make things weird– weirder– for him than I already am. *sighs* Where can I find that Numbing Potion?

Hermione, shrugging: The apothecary at Diagon stocks them for sure. You could owl them an order during business hours and they’ll deliver it for free within the hour.

Harry, relieved: I’ll– I’ll do that, then. Thanks. *eats in silence for a few minutes* And I’ll pay more attention. It’s hard, when everything is… *lamely* well, hard. *mumbles around a mouthful of dessert* His body though–

Ron, slams fist on the table: Not while we’re eating, mate!

Harry: *sheepishly falls quiet*

~20 minutes later~

Harry, awkwardly lingering by the floo: Hey, er, I wanted to say– thanks, you know? For listening? *casts Ron’s tense face a doubtful look* And, I guess maybe sorry for getting–well. Detailed about Draco’s– uhm. *eyes go glazed* It’s just that he– *shakes head with a rueful smile*

Hermione, elbowing Ron pointedly: You know we’re always here if you need to talk. Harry. No matter the topic of conversation. *stares expectantly at Ron* Ron, gruffly: *clears his throat* Yeah, man, just– just come on over whenever you fancy a chat or whatever…

Harry, smirking:*dryly* I’ll take you up on that. *grabs a pinch of Floo powder and steps in* *absently* Give Rosie a mouth press for me. *disappears in a green flare*

Ron and Hermione: *exchanging a slightly bewildered glance* *burst out laughing at the same moment* Ron: Shit, the poor guy’s got it bad. Hermione, shaking her head as she sinks into the sofa: It’s oddly sweet, this whole thing. *mischievously* For Harry’s sake, though, I hope he finds some relief soon. *grins at Ron* Don’t look at me like that! Put yourself in his place for a moment. *wryly* You wouldn’t have lasted half as long as he has.

Ron, sitting facing her and dragging her into a kiss: Mmmm, probably a good thing that I don’t have to worry about anything like that, then… *gently pushes a few strays curls off her face*

Hermione, leaning in for some more: *airily* Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure. We still have to talk about all those things you told Harry after all. *grins when Ron blanches* I guess you’d better take me inside and do things to make me forget about that conversation altogether.

Ron, not questioning his luck: *plucks Hermione up and tosses her over his shoulder, smacking her bum* *heads to their room while she laughs*

[pixie-skull]

# 12 Post, part 2: FINALLY Top Ten 2D Animated Women’s List

Update August 12th! Updates in bold.

So I am behind on my promise and seeing this net neutrality could happen here my top lady crushes. I try to go into detail. I have to admit number 10 going to be confusing see her movie has different animation styles, so I try find a picture of which one I like more. ON TO THE DELAYED LISTED. Reminder none of my new crushes can be made after 2016, when I graduate high school. Warning lots of breasts. Hey I am Pan, as in pansexuality, so yes I am mostly romantic, yet I want to clarify, I am not liking the characters for that. Also, I tried list movies from animated companies, or else this be Disney mostly. XD Here the RULES https://indigo-psyduck.tumblr.com/post/167091245072/post-12-part-1-rules-for-animated-crush-list

10. 2010′s Dante's Inferno: An Animated Epic Beatrice. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1C9WtnOr7Y  So now I  said I have two styles I really like, yes this movie has 5 or 6 styles. O.O 

So I chose this design of ALL other, maybe has a close second, yet this (due to it enhances the Souls and Demons)

 Now on to the reasons she wins number 10. Her personality, hopeful, positive, loyal,  patient (still annoyed at Dante for what he did), honest, and just an embodiment of virtues. So besides being someone who so kind to have what happened to her is heartbreaking. Plus her overall appearance was attractive too. I am not sure why women’s almost naked I feel more comfortable seeing, yet men’s and non-binary I feel my demisexual side bit more antsy. Yes middle school me was both freaked out and at the same time enjoyed the film. Helps also I was figuring out my sexuality and came out in mid high school.  Oh and she stands ups for herself and tries not to be a prize. Unlike the video game, she is not a pushover. D: XD Also I am now sure I am asexual.

9.  2000′s Titan AE, Akima. 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXmcVV3WJWwEven though this movie was hard to watch(the CGI :( ), the characters and their designs are very fun to watch. Now besides being voiced by the attractive Drew Berrymore (fun fact is bi), the haircut, and those eyebrows, there more to Akima.  I like she reminds of (the stunning) Zoe from Firefly due to both pilots (in a sense) so have the voice call the shots, she can take care of herself, knows how to fight yet be not a killer, and more. I do personally headcanon her as bi. She very low on the list for I admit I saw the movie sooner than I like to admit, so she not as much a childhood crush, as a new one. Only her animated style was constant, unlike 10. Sorry, the gif changed her appearance a bit, I know in the movie she of Asian descent.

8. Now nine was tempted to put Gwen from “Total Drama Island”, first two seasons (I have a soft spot for dyed hair and punk and goth look), until I saw this movie. (I do plan do a maybe top five of TV 2D women)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVbX1NeWY9s&t=3s1992 Cool’s World Lonette.

 (I like how her hair so cute and messy here^ A sweet, short, messy, haircut. Also yes her body also quite nice XD ) I really find her kindness endearing such a negative world. Even though I like all eye colors, dark green eyes I am a sucker for. Also she was loving to Frank, makes hope for someone as affectionate as her. I know she Holli look very much in common, but Holli I felt lacked in such romance tenderness.

This smile ^ so adorable.

7. 1999′s Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost  Luna https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92jw0fxXca4

(in Violet and short red hair)I could have easily put this whole band down, yet I wanted pick their second singer.  The fact she sings, plays an instrument, in an eco goth band, dyed hair, her parent helped give the band their fangs, and more, is why I like her so much. Also she drawn in this movie she more drawn with details and for that she is more attractive.https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/p__/images/8/8c/New-ghrfh-the-hex-girls-24106229-720-480.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110909113258&path-prefix=protagonist < - - -  Close up on her.

6. 1993′s The Thief and the Cobbler, Yum-Yum.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZibUpH-AME&list=PL18B0CA620B61D076 and https://vimeo.com/88602144 

Shocked how few royals are on this list, especially for being a 90′s kid. So why Princess Yum-Yum, even though she a weird blend of Aladdin (I bring this up to claimed Disney and if they or if they did NOT steal from this movie) Jasmine (I also have a crush on her too) of having a voice and using her power, but sometimes seems underdeveloped in comparison. However to me that is only when compared, so she to me is still fleshed out. I am happy to see her make the band of thieves due what she says, she merciful, she helps Tack and does her fair of saving the day. Not just a pretty face, she actual does something.

5. ANY DC comics Batman adaptation of Selina Kyle also known as Catwoman.

(^ Not to stereotype, yet this “gay” haircut I love so much on her)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjQPXvQ7ZPQ

Now on to why I like her. First bonus is she cannoned as Bi as bisexuality. Now to the rest, she a character who in the grey waves of morals. She is either a villainess, anti-hero, or whatever. I enjoy also how much a tease she can be to Batman (thanks to her I can be like to my relationships too sometimes), she loves animals, she inspires me with her self defense and flexibility. Catwoman also she makes me comfortable being her dominate power force. I want to clarify I am waiting till marriage. XD I also like she kinda an example of a character, who can depicted with different racial background, body types, and more. I am aware some characters can not have such changes, yet Catwoman a positive example of done right.

4. 2003′s Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, Marina. 

Shout to @animagix101and @thenamelessdoll edits of her, if from a racebend to giving her more muscles, thank you.Now why do I like this short haired ambassador? One she stands up for what she believes in, she a quick learner, she gives off vibes like she could be bi, poly, or pan, and is fearless, yet gives mercy. Her relationship is shown on screen to grow, not just boom love, yet (I do not like Sinbad by the way, I much more like Proteus). I was tempted to give this spotlight as a tie to Moses Tzipporah, yet I know ties are not fun for most people.

3. Sailor Moon (90′s version), Michiru Kaiou AKA Sailor Neptune. 

Now I know I am making this my 2D animated ladies from MOVIES, but she did make appearances in film. Sorry too the gif makes more pale (yes the characters in the anime are suppose to be Japanese). Shout out she also in the LGBTQ+ Community, cannoned as lesbian. Now on to why I like the Sailor Guardian of the planet Neptune? Besides having colorful hair (I am sorry dyed hair a bonus for me, like how accents are a bonus for other people), she has a colorful personality. XD She very artsy (I like people who can have a passion in something that is like theater, music, etc), romantic (like dang she and Sailor Uranus are soooooooooooooooo cute), funny, clever, and more.

2. Okay this rule is broken of only MOVIE ladies, yet this  a childhood crush since my elementary school years. 1996′s The Incredible Hulk animated Series and any other Hulk/Marvel product, Jennifer Walters AKA She-Hulk.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MStHVaHNf_Y

XD Yes that scene beyond suggestive and yes her voice by the stunning Cree Summers. So what makes a delight, she can be funny and serious, an amazing lawyer (I believe the comic staff did this be part of the second wave of feminism [no hating for this, okay to be a feminist or have the ideas of one to want equality with men), confident in her body and mind, she has colorful hair, she so strong that I be happy be held by her, and more. XD It is kinda takes to her women of any height (she is “5'10" (in human form) 6'7" (as She-Hulk” according to http://marvel.com/characters/51/she-hulk)  because tall Titanesses need some love. Also yes sucker for either her She-Hulk green eyes or her Jennifer’s form with brown eyes and this cute haircut. So Bruce Banner or Hulk, can you give me your cousin’s number please? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2j4_C4cvSs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbVnnImJOYc

1. 1996′s The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Esmeralda. 

So I like Disney a lot to choose ONE woman is not easy to do, yet I chose to one who I know for the fact I can say just has more to crush on. For starters her personality (seeing beauty from within a huge trait I love), spreading mercy, standing up her others, her sense of Faith (I am Spiritual, so her song to me a great representation of faith - - - > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEEpavnk7Uw ), her voice (both speaking and singing <3 <3) rich (I thank real life cutie Demi Moore, in Ghost her haircut is something I want to mimic on day), and more. Looks, well as long you are not a woman who is straight and a man who is gay, I find it hard to believe you can not understand how she is a jaw dropper. I personally head cannon her Pan as in Pansexuality.

So before you assume anything, yes there one more cutie after this, why, because I like to count zero. XD

Honorable Mentions: 

X-Men: 

Raven Darkholme  AKA Mystique (fun fact I believe she is cannoned as Bi, even though I heancanon as Pan)

Ororo Munroe AKA Storm  (XD the Pan flag I love it)

Disney:

2001′s Atlantis: The Lost Empire Kida

1991′s Beauty and the Beast Belle (I love her hazel eyes and dimples)

1999′s Iron Giant: Annie 

0. 1982′s The Last Unicorn, Lady Amalthea. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-TioQfT-jg

Even though yes she barely seems happy, just something about her that so stunning. If her indigo eyes, silver hair (I want to maybe dye my hair like her’s one day, when my hair longer), or moment of smiling.

Okay now I looked at her physical appearance, how does Amalthea win by personality. With light spoilers (not going into detail) she starts and end the movie on a quest for herself and it is empowering to see her just do this for she wants to. Not out of love, a prophecy, nope just wanted to save more like her. She is does not give up, she goes on. Amalthea strong in her morals, she helps her friends, her arch is powerful, and so much more. PLEASE READ THE BOOK TOO! =D So I like to point out (because my sibling and I had a debate) I liked her when HUMAN and she call herself human, not sure why this confused my sibling.

*Please anyone name what traits stick out as reoccurring in my named character crushes.*

I challenge @thenamelessdoll @sailorzelda94 @myhollie1911 @cereittanyprincess15 @deanscourse ANYONE else to make their top animated women’s, men’s, non-binary, or your top animated crush list.

I want to clear up that listing women easier because men tend be less developed. So my top 10 men list be BOTH movies and TV, so I make a top 3 tv cartoon ladies.

@theghostlightison

So since I made this, I am making a top five different, details of why I like them stay the same, yet different spots

5. Maria

4. Sailor Neptune

3. Catwoman

2. Amalthea (I kinda like this “mad” gif looks more like checking someone out. XD ^*_*^ )

1. Esmeralda (I still hope to use this quote one day)

0. She-Hulk

[ex-empire-adventures]

What are you doing in my house

Rome has broken into Emil’s house for some reason... (rp with @ask-the-icelandic-little)

What are you doing in my house?

---------- The sudden question startled Rome and he nearly hit his head to the cupboard door. “I was…” He needed a moment to find the right words, english ones. “Well you know…” It didn’t help he was a little drunk, nothing worth mentioning ofcourse. “Hmn…” He sighed. What was he doing in this house again? “Oh yes I remember! I cut myself see when I climbed this stupid fence… because of the dogs chasing me…” he took a deep breath “Sooo, I’m going to need some bandages. No need to stay up for me.” He opened the fridge to continue his search.

---------- He raised his eyebrows slightly, but just sighed after hearing him, and sighed louder when he watched him. “You do know that bandages are not kept in a fridge, right?” He shook his head and showed to the couch. “Sit down, I will get them for you.”

---------- “Right, I knew that!..” steel closets are fridges, check! He sat down and looked around carefull not to bleed on anything. “You’ve got a nice house”

---------- He chuckled lightly as he got the bandages and walked back. “That are just these four rooms though, just a small apartment. Thanks though.” He sat beside him and rolled the bandages out, looking to Romulus to see where the wound was in the first place.

---------- “Ah, but you don’t need a lot of space when you don’t have a wife! Don’t ever get married. They have a way to re-order everything and you’ll never find any of your things ever again. They need to know where you are and what you’re doing and where you are going and for how long and with who… pffff” Romulus showed his hand that got cut, or rather pierced pretty bad “Don’t bother stitching it I’m sure it will be just fine for now. At least that dog didn’t got me XD”

---------- He laughed ironically as he carefully patched up the wound, looking out that he wouldnt hurt the other. “Thanks for the hint, but I dont think anyone would want to marry me in the first place. So dont worry, I dont think I will ever have that issue. I didnt had a roomate ever either, so…” He looks at the wound, but since the other said he wouldnt need to bother with stitching, he instead just hummed “Nadel and Faden” to himself. “If it would have been a dogbite, it would have been more difficult. We would need to disinfect it, then stitch it up, then bandage it. For now it should be okay though, I guess.”

---------- Rome fell silent for a while. “Are you lonely? I mean there’s nothing wrong being by yourself but being lonely can get under your skin and suck the life out of you. You are a handsome young man and really caring too! Most would have kicked me out, you know? Do you know there’s lots of girls out there who are dreaming to meet a guy like you! You are not shy are you?”

---------- He smiled lightly at the others worried voice, blushed slightly though when he was suddenly complimented. “I am… Just not really used to people. Not shy… Anyways, I am used to being alone, so its fine. And… I mean, I like girls too, but…” He slowly started to stutter, he didnt knew how to talk about such things, and much less how to talk with a completly stranger about such things.

---------- “HA HA Ha!!!” Rome started laughing really loud at Ice’s stuttering. “So you like men better, good for you! Ah man, I should have got me a boyfriend when I was young. Most my bosses did. I never had the time. Sure you can have sex at every streetcorner but that’s not the same, right? You want the full package deal i bet! Waiting for the right one are you?” he pat the other on his shoulder “Don’t wait forever, go out and get him instead” Romulus smirked at him

---------- He blushed bright at the others bluntness and looked embarrassed to the ground. Though the others open talk and friendly tone made him feel better, not as uncomfortable as he would have usually been. He even smiled lightly as he responded. “Well, yeah, sort of. It would be nice to have someone by your side who stays with you. Though… I wouldnt really know where to search. The places that I know here arent the best searching material.” He chuckled lightly and looked up to him again. “And who knows, its never too late. You seem really nice too, I dont think it would be difficult for you to find someone!”

---------- “Oh no, never go for locals, that’s boring! Broaden your horizon!… Oh I… well finding someone fitting for me could proof to be more difficult than it would seem at first sight, I suppose.” Rome looked at his hand, clearly the other had done this before. “Thank you. Ah, I must have lost my manners somewhere” He grinned, as he stuck out his hand “People call me Romulus.”

---------- “Well, it isnt easy to get away here, but I will try.” He smiled slightly in a try to cheer the other up. “And if you need to, I can always help. I may not be the best, but I could try.” He lightly grinned back at the other as he also reached out to shake his hand. “Name is Emil, nice to meet you. Even though that is a rather… unique way to meet someone for the first time.”

---------- "IT IS! Ha ha. I don't break into peoples houses on a daily basis, heh?! But it could be worse. We could have met on the battlefield or at a slavemarket or even a circus..." Rome stopped talking as if he remembered something. "That is kind of you. But I really do think it's not for me. Truth be told I don't think i'll ever get over my first crush, see?" He stood up a little out balanced.

---------- “It would have actually been nice to meet at a circus. I always wanted to join the circus when I was a kid…” He thoughtout loud to himself, smiling lightly as he guessed the other things had just been a joke. He looked just the slightest bit gloomy when he listened to the rest he had to say. “Thats alright. I sort of know that feel… In any case. If you need any help, now you know where to find me.” He smirked slightly. “That counts for every issue by the way. If you ever run into another fence again, as example.”

---------- He thanked again “Actually if you can give me directions to a taverne cause I’m not half as drunk as I should be on a friday night and I’ll be needing a bed also.”

---------- He slightly raised his eyebrows, then shrugged. “I have some drinks if thats all. Amaretto is pretty good, or licorice liquor. And I am pretty sure you cant sleep in any bar close by here, except you maybe know the bartender. Which I doubt though, since you ask.” You thought for a moment. “Wanna stay here? I mean I dont have anything better to do and its kinda nice to have someone around.”

---------- "Are you serious?! I snore pretty loud, HA HA HA!!!" Rome was really happy by the turn of events. "I don't know anything about this country. I just got here. Im glad you speak english because I don't speak that many lanquages really."

---------- “I only speak three languages, got here around two years ago though, so I guess its rather lucky. Or else I would have amde weird handsigns or asked google translate. And its fine, I mean its already loud outside around here, so I am used to sleeping with noise in the background.” He shrugged. “I dont mind, really.”

---------- “Great! Then you got yourself a roommate for tonight. I can tell you some epic stories from way back. Oh and I’ll teach you some drinking songs! I know lot’s! Let me get my bag I left it outside” he run off to the bathroom and climbed out the window. Appearantly that’s also how he came in. He returned with a ikea bag that seemed heavy but it didnt bother him. “There, id hate it if it starts raining and it gets all wet see?”

---------- He just looked briefly over the game, and then decided that is just how the other was. The words, the armor in the bag, the way he had come into the house, it probably made perfect sense for him. So why bother to worry? “It doesnt rain that often here, but just put the bag behind the couch. Should be okay there. And I really should learn some drinking songs, I never listen to enough music anyways. I havent heard a good story in a while either!” He almost was exited. Maybe it was his strong desire to just talk to someone nice again and be not completly alone as he had been in weeks. Maybe it was boredom. However, he seemed to like his new short term roommate.

---------- “Alright have you got some small glasses? Anything will do really. Shells are also good. The point is you drink after the ehh… What’s the word… when the song repeats? Anyway, the song gets better as you go! HAHAHA!!!” Rome kicked out his shoes, he wasnt wearing socks. “They look pretty but you can’t wiggle your toes that much. Im not used to them. Same for these skinny jeans. Whoever invented those should be hanged with one… Don’t give me that look I know Im old fashioned. You’ll be having trouble adjusting accordingly when you are ancient like me”

---------- “It’s fine, I prefer jogging pants and such too. Jeans can be pretty uncomfortable.” He shrugged. “And you don’t look ancient. Mid 40 at best, that’s not ancient at all!” He smiled lightly to him, before getting a bottle of alcohol and two glasses. “Do you mean when the refrain repeats?”

---------- Romulus giggled “flattering will get you nowhere.” he filled the shots. “the refrain, yes i guess that’s it! So, i’ll start with this one. It’s pretty old it’s latin but the words are easy so don’t worry” he started singing.

---------- “Hey, I can try!” He smiled, then thought for a moment. “Just like I once tried learning latin a bit.” He chuckled slightly embarrassed. “Was kicked out after half a year. I wasnt good with languages when I was a kid.” He just chuckled and listened at first, soon trying his best to join.

---------- “Hey, you’re doing great! Your pronounciation is a little off but you’ve got a beautifull voice. You should train it so you can reach more… This drink is really sweet, i like it!” Rome was really to get tipsy now and it was showing. “… Uhh yes… Where were we?… A song to my new friend and a drink on your health!”

---------- He clincked glasses with him before drinking again himself, slowly getting more comfortable with the singing, though not much better. “A drink to both our health!” He joined with a slight smile in the others speech pattern.

---------- “Oh,… This one is empty. How unfortunate they should make bigger ones” Rome put the bottle on the table. “Why is it there still aint wine coming out of tubs? Mankind have invented so many things. We have candycrush but we can’t have running wine, it’s a pity!” He took another bottle and pulled the other with him down on the couch. He had trouble opening the next drink so handed it over.

---------- He fell comfortably into the cushions, and, while he figured out through his slightly clouded mind how to open the bottle himself, answered his question. “Well, we do have hot chocolate out of fountains. I haven’t ever seen one, but there is probably something like that with wine too, though I think that would be something extra fancy.” To let the “fancy” stick out he flipped his hair to demonstrate. “For things like charity parties or marriages for the richest of rich I’d guess. We normal folks”, he handed over the open bottle, “Need to manage with this.”

---------- Rome giggled and lazily run his fingers over the others hair. “You got such beautifull smooth hair ever thought about growing it out?” He flustered suddenly realising he shouldnt have done that and looked away changing the subject. “I used to be rich. I gave it all away. I thought power and wealth was something that stayed forever. But at some point I realised I felt dead inside. Im a selfmade man, only fitting I got rid of it myself also. Well sort of anyway. The boys who took over changed everything and i suppose that’s a good thing.”

---------- He got quiet for a moment, just listening to the other calmly. He thought for a while about what he said, and nodded. “Seems like we both didnt have it easy, even if in different ways. I never had much, and at some point, I was willing to do everything to be able to call at least something my own. No matter if things or relationships. If I needed to be someone else so I wouldnt be completly alone or have at least something around me, I could deal with it.” He stayed quiet for a short moment. “I guess I still do that sometimes.” He looked at him, a bit curious. “Did you ever moved on from that?” He paused for a moment, not sure if he should have asked that. “Uhm… Just ignore that. Yeah, maybe I should grow my hair out, that sounds pretty nice actually.” He smiled lightly to him, hopingit would make the mood a bit less awkward.

---------- Rome returned a boyish smile “Ah I always wanted to grow my hair out when I was young because of my friends see. But I couldn’t… cause of the military? And I suppose it wouldn’t look nice on me anyway because I got thick curly hair it’s a curse… Uh oh, no it’s ok. Yes, I think I did move on. In this sense that when I was still working I was travelling abroad a great deal for my boss. And I made a lot of friends but my boss would always screw them over at some point and I’m looking like a complete dick. It didn’t really came as a surprise even my best friend wanted to stab me. So well… Not being able to do the things you like and having to fuck people over you like sucks the life out of you. That’s what I mean by feeling dead inside. Getting stabbed was an eye opener to me, I suppose. Everything just tumbled down from there and I… retired…. Are you still following me, because I’m a little drunk. Anyway so now I’m not bound by all that anymore and I hope to make some new friends now. And maybe try to restore some of the bitter old ones. If they’ll have me I don’t know.”

---------- “I can follow.” Emil stayed silent for a while, not really knowing how to respond. He couldnt completly understand the situation, not knowing what job this guy could have done that would have made him to such things. Maybe a retired criminal? Well, Emil thought he shouldnt just. HIs vest sure wasnt white either. “I am sure you can explain it to them in some way… It doesnt seem likeit was your fault in the first place.” He thought for a moment again, not really being good at such things. “If it cheers you up, you can see me as a new friend.” He gave him a light smile, hoping that wouldnt come off as insensitive. “And I think you wouldnt look bad with longer hair. Maybe not like, going to the ellbows, but a short ponytail could suit you. I could see that.”

---------- “You really think so?!” Rome was tearing up. He combed his curls out of his face and back trying to imaging having a manbun “Id love to be friends with you. But you must promiss me to be yourself to me. I’ll help you to get your life back on track, i promiss. I don’t want you to go hungry ever again.”

---------- Emil looked slightly panicked and quickly got out a handkerchief, holding it to him. “Yes, I think so! If they see you as sincere as you are now it will all be okay! Please don’t cry!” He awkwardly patted his head, just knowing that usually cheered him up a bit. “And I promise, I will do my best to be myself!” Despite his irritation at seeing the other cry, he couldn’t help but still smile at his words. “Thank you. I really appreciate the help.”

---------- “If you say so… I’ll try…” He wiped away his tears seeing it made Emil uncomfortable. “sorry, it’s been a rough week really. Working late and never knowing where i’ll sleep next. That’s why i travel light, see?”

---------- “Its alright… Sorry for commanding you…” He calmed down a bit again, taking a deep breath. He took a look to the others bag, and couldnt help but smile ironically. “I would call that traveling light though, it looks like anything but light.” He slighty patted his back, trying to cheer him up a bit again. “And if you like, you can stay here for a few days without issue. I am often out anyways, and you seem to be alright. I mean… There really isnt anything to rob here in the first place…”

---------- Rome started laughing “Robbing you? HA HA HA. There is just that much you can take with you on board. And theyll nitpick over everything, they even took my shampoo and sword at the airport.” he looked at his back “Im attached to that old stuff, they don’t make them the way they used to. But because i can’t pack that much I need to rent clothes for work to look a bit professional. What do you do if I may ask?”

---------- “I will take tour word for that then.” He smiled lightly and thought for a moment. “And I think you can carry sharp objects… like… swords? Anyways. I think you can carry then with you if you keep them seperate. As long as you don’t bring them on the plane personally it should be alright.” He shrugged. “Not sure, haven’t travelled in years. And I understand that attachment.” He wanted to make another comment, then got quiet for a while at the others last question. “Well… As for my work, I look the most professional if I wear nothing, at least most of the time.” He sighed before he answered. “I sell my body, to say it like that. And if I find someone serious my work is being a sugar baby, then more often selling simply my company…” He fidgeted around with the keychain, wanting to be honest, but obviously a bit uncomfortable with that theme.

---------- “Ah, I see…” Romulus said as he filled both their glasses again. Pity to let it go to waste, right? “So we’re both the biz, then? Man Id do the fucking for free, but Im basically a professional dad, Ha Ha! You wont believe how many lonely stewardesses are out there. They just want to talk about their day. Once they open up to me they talk all night long and I charge by the hour.” he shakes his head “The hard part is not to fall asleep”

---------- At first he was surprised that the other took it so easily, but when he listened he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Need to admit, can’t really blame them. You are easy to talk to, and pretty nice on top! And if you feel like nobody will listen to you, I probably wouldn’t mind either if it costs.” He shrugged and leaned back on the couch, taking another sip of the alcohol, and showing a light grin. “So, a sweet, professional dad? A true "sugar daddy”, how convenient for me!“ He giggled lightlt at his own pun.

---------- "The joke’s on you, you owe me 200,-” Rome joked “In different times I’d bought you a villa, now I’m pretty much broke. Im saving some money because Id like to get a degree to be a teacher. But I need to learn how to work with the computer first. I just want to spoil the kids rotten.” Rome couldnt resist to show pictures “This is my youngest, isnt he cute! I haven’t got a picture of my eldest, sadly, he doesn’t want his picture taken.” He looked real proud. “But sure i’ll get you sweets too, dear boy” he smirked

---------- “ITs alright. I wouldnt let you buy me a villa anyways.” He chuckled. “I would be happy with a small house on the countryside already ~ Really now, I need to save money too, and for now I would prefer to stick to small apartments. By the way.” He looked over curious to him. “Did you ever thought about getting a roommate? If you live somewhere together you both could ssave more money, it would be really convenient.” His thoughts where quickly distracted again when the other suddenly held some pictures in front of his face, and couldnt help but smile. “Okay, yes. They do look really cute!” He chuckled lightly, happy about the others enthusiasm. “And if you really want to, I like licorice best. It looks like candy, but its not sweet! Its deceiving candy!”

---------- “Roommates heh? Sounds nice but Im constantly on the move for now so that isnt very practical at the moment. I sometimes stay at ikea. Only got caught twice and then you can stay the night in a cel where they have beds also… Ahh have you heard in Reykjavik Ikea is going to built apartments for staff”